In the elevator of the building I meet a content creator and she seduces me to suck my dick [Elevator]

I stepped into the elevator, the heavy doors sliding shut with a dull thud, sealing me in with a stranger. She was a content creator, her body draped in tight, revealing clothes, her lips painted a sinister red. She looked at me, her eyes hungry, and I could see the predators’ glint in them. “Which floor?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr. I managed to grunt out a number, my mind already racing with filthy thoughts. She leaned against the wall, her breasts straining against her top, nipples hard and begging for attention. “You look tense,” she observed, taking a step closer. Her hand snaked out, grabbing my cock through my pants, squeezing it firmly. “Let me help you with that,” she whispered, dropping to her knees. She unzipped my fly, pulling out my hard dick, licking her lips in anticipation. She took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head, sucking me deep. Her mouth was a fucking furnace, wet and hot, her lips wrapped tight around my shaft. She bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each pass, her gag reflex non-existent. She looked up at me, her eyes watering, drool dripping down her chin, and I knew I was fucked. In the best way possible.

Her hands were everywhere, gripping my ass, playing with my balls, her fingers digging into my flesh. She moaned around my cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening, but I didn’t want to cum yet. Not until I felt her throat constrict around me. I grabbed her hair, fucking her face harder, deeper, feeling her struggle to breathe. She gurgled and choked, but she took it all, her eyes never leaving mine. I could see the tears streaming down her face, her makeup running, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I roared, my cock pulsing, as I unleashed my load down her throat. She swallowed every drop, her throat working to milk me dry. When I finally pulled out, she licked her lips, a satisfied smile on her face. “Better?” she asked, standing up, her hand print still visible on my cock. I could only nod, my body spent, my mind blown. She winked at me as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal her floor. She stepped out, leaving me alone in the elevator, my cock still hard, my mind already planning our next encounter.