A good girl decided to play with a dick in the cinema and cum all over sofa [Cinema]

The flickering light of the movie screen painted perverse shadows across the cinema seats. She, a sweet-faced minx with eyes that sparkled with mischief, was fidgety, her thighs clenching under her skirt. The guy beside her, a rugged brute with a hoodie pulled low, was already hard, his cock straining against his jeans. She felt it, a thick, throbbing presence, and she wanted it. Her hand snaked over, fingers tracing the bulge. She squeezed, feeling him jerk in response. The popcorn bucket was abandoned as she unzipped him, freeing his fat, veiny dick. She licked her lips, leaning in to whisper filth in his ear, “I want to suck your cock, feel it hit the back of my throat.” Her tongue darted out, licking the pre-cum from his tip. She moaned, the taste of him sending shivers down her spine. She took him in her mouth, sucking hard, her head bobbing up and down, her hand stroking his shaft in sync. He groaned, his hips bucking, trying to fuck her mouth deeper. She gagged, saliva dripping down her chin, but she took it, relishing the feel of him choking her. Her own pussy was dripping, her thighs slick with her juices. She reached down, rubbing herself through her panties, moaning around his cock. The cinema was forgotten, the movie a distant hum. All that existed was the two of them, lost in their carnal dance, the air thick with the scent of sex and popcorn.

She pulled away from his cock, gasping for breath, her lips swollen and slick. She straddled him, her skirt riding up, her panties soaked. She ground against him, his cock sliding against her wet folds. She whimpered, the sensation making her eyes roll back. She reached between them, positioning his cock at her entrance. She sank down, impaling herself on his hard length. They both moaned, the sound raw and primal. She rode him, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm, her tits bouncing in her lace top. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, helping her bounce harder, faster. The sofa beneath them creaked, the sound mixing with their moans and the wet slapping of their bodies. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around him. She leaned in, her breath hot in his ear. “I’m gonna cum,” she panted. “Cum with me.” His response was a guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside her. She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit. She felt him explode inside her, his hot cum filling her up. She collapsed on him, her body shaking with aftershocks. They stayed like that, entwined, their breaths ragged, the cinema forgotten, the sofa beneath them stained with their sin.