(RISKY FACIAL) Caught Fucking In Our Public Stairwell… [Caught in Public]

The stairwell was narrow, claustrophobic, the air thick with desire. I was bent over, my skirt hiked up, panties shoved to the side. His cock, thick and veiny, slammed into me from behind, each thrust echoing off the cold concrete walls. The risk of getting caught in public only heightened the frenzy. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded me harder, faster. I could feel every inch of him, the raw, animalistic fucking making me drip. His grunts were low, gutteral, a symphony of filth that only spurred me on. I reached back, nails scraping down his thighs, urging him deeper. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was obscene, a wet, slapping rhythm that matched the pounding in my chest. I was a mess, my makeup smeared, hair wild, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the cock inside me, the fucking that was pushing me to the edge.

Suddenly, he pulled out, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. My mouth was open before he even spoke, eager to take him in. He fisted my hair, forcing his cock down my throat. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, but I took it all. His hips bucked, fucking my mouth with the same intensity he’d fucked my pussy. Saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with the precum leaking from his cock. I could taste the saltiness, the raw, primal flavor of him. He groaned, his grip tightening, and I knew he was close. I sucked harder, my head bobbing, taking him deeper. His cock swelled, and with a final thrust, he came, his hot cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my eyes watering, but I didn’t stop until he pulled away, his cock glistening with my spit.