You Took A Cam Girl On A Date and Have an Amazing Orgasm [Cinema]
I was sitting in a grimy booth, the vinyl sticky against my thighs, watching her squirm on the screen. The cam girl, her tits bouncing in a black crop top, was live, fingers deep in her cunt, moaning like a banshee. I had seen her online, her face twisted in ecstasy, but now she was here, in the flesh, her breath ragged as she sucked in air between cries. I reached out, grabbing her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy. She whimpered, but I just smirked, pushing her onto her back. Her jeans were unbuttoned, and I yanked them down, exposing her dripping cunt. I dove in, my tongue lapping at her juices, tasting her raw need. She bucked against my face, her hands gripping my hair, pulling hard. I slipped a finger inside her, then another, fucking her with my hand while my tongue worked her clit. She was a mess of moans and screams, her body convulsing as I brought her to the edge. I pulled away, standing up, my cock hard and ready. She looked up at me, eyes glazed, lips swollen. “Fuck me,” she begged, and I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped her over, positioning her on her knees, her ass in the air. I spit on her asshole, rubbing it in, before slamming into her pussy. She screamed, her body jerking forward. I grabbed her hips, pounding into her, my balls slapping against her skin. She reached back, spreading her ass cheeks, giving me a clear view of her tight hole. I pulled out, rubbing the head of my cock against her ass, before pushing in slowly. She groaned, her body tensing, but I didn’t stop. I fucked her ass, hard and deep, her cries filling the room. I could feel her body trembling, her orgasm building. I reached around, rubbing her clit, and she exploded, her body convulsing around my cock. I pulled out, stroking myself quickly, before coming all over her back, my cum dripping down her spine. She collapsed onto the booth, her body spent, a satisfied smile on her face. I leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting her filth on my lips.
