Cinema Fuck – A Date with Frances Bentley Going Well! [Risky Sex]
She was already wet when we stumbled into the abandoned theater, her breath hot on my neck as she whispered filthy promises. The smell of old popcorn clung to the air, but all I could focus on was the way her tongue flicked over her lips. She pushed me down into the sticky seat, her hands roaming over my chest, nails digging into my skin. The camera’s lens stared at us, a silent voyeur as she unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock, already throbbing with anticipation. She spat on it, her saliva slick and shiny, coating my shaft before she started to stroke, her grip tight and relentless. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the veins, teasing the sensitive skin until I groaned, my hips bucking upwards. She smacked my cock, hard, the sound echoing in the empty theater. “Behave,” she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She straddled me, her dress riding up to reveal her glistening pussy. She rubbed herself against me, the friction making her moan, her head falling back in ecstasy. She reached behind, her fingers finding my balls, squeezing them tightly as she impaled herself on my cock, inch by inch, until she was fully seated, her walls clenching around me. She rode me hard, her tits bouncing wildly, her nails scratching at my chest, leaving red marks. The camera captured every moment, every grunt, every slap of skin against skin. She leaned down, her mouth finding mine in a brutal kiss, her tongue invading my mouth. She came with a scream, her body convulsing around me, her juices coating my cock. She pulled away, a wicked smile on her face as she turned to the camera, her fingers playing with her clit, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
She flipped her hair back, a smirk playing on her lips as she approached the man, his cock already hard and ready. She straddled him, her pussy lips parting to reveal her slick, pink insides. She lowered herself onto him, his cock disappearing into her wet cunt, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She rode him slowly, her hips grinding against his, her tits bouncing with each movement. She leaned down, her tongue tracing his neck, her teeth nipping at his skin. She sat up, her hands on his chest, her fingers digging into his muscles as she increased her pace, her body slapping against his. She reached behind, her fingers finding his balls, squeezing them tightly as she rode him harder, her moans filling the air. She came with a scream, her body convulsing around him, her juices coating his cock. She pulled away, a satisfied smile on her face as she turned to the camera, her fingers playing with her clit, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
