Oral job at the cinema goes wrong [Cinema]

The velvet seats in the near-empty cinema stuck to my thighs as I slid down, my eyes locked onto the thick bulge straining against his jeans. The room was dark, the movie playing on the screen a distant hum, forgotten. His zipper rasped like a knife being sharpened, and out sprang his cock, hard and veiny, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I leaned in, my breath hot on his shaft, and whispered filthy promises before I took him deep into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the sensitive underside, tasting the salty precum, feeling his body shudder. He fisted my hair, pulling me closer, pushing me further down his shaft, gagging me on his cock. I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat. The room filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth working his cock, the scent of his musk filling my nostrils.

Suddenly, his body tensed, and he pulled out, a strangled groan escaping his lips. I looked up, confused, and saw the usher standing by the row, her flashlight beam dancing across the seats. She’d caught us red-handed, or rather, red-mouthed. Panic surged through me, but so did a twisted excitement. I quickly tucked him back in, zipping him up as the usher approached, her footsteps echoing in the silent cinema. His hand found mine, squeezing tightly, as we both turned to face the usher, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through our veins. The usher’s eyes narrowed as she recognized the situation, but instead of scolding, she whispered, “Not here. Follow me.” We exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. This night was far from over. We followed her, hearts pounding, cock throbbing, ready for whatever dirty adventure awaited us in the shadows of the cinema.