Teen is giving the a man a handjob in public [Exhibitionists]

In the grimy, neon-lit underbelly of the city, I’m a voyeur’s wet dream, a naughty exhibitionist with a fuck-me mouth and a hand hungry for cock. I spot him, a suit-wearing schmuck, standing at the bus stop, oblivious to the filth I’m about to drag him into. I strut over, glasses sliding down my nose, lips painted like a whore’s wet cunt. I don’t say shit, just stand beside him, hand casually brushing against his arm. He looks at me, eyes widening as I lick my lips, then slowly drop my hand to his crotch. I feel his dick twitch under my palm, and I squeeze, grinning like a devil. “Let’s give the public a show, big boy,” I whisper, unzipping his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Right there, under the flickering streetlight, I start jerking him off, my hand slick with spit, moving fast and rough. He groans, trying to keep it together, but I can see the struggle in his eyes. I love it—love the danger, the thrill of getting caught, the raw, dirty exhibitionism of it all. My hand works his cock, twisting and tugging, making him leak and squirm. I can feel his balls tightening, know he’s close. But I don’t give a fuck about his pleasure. This is my show, my dirty, public handjob. I’m the star, the slut, the fucking queen of this grimy, sex-soaked stage.

I lean in, breaths hot on his ear, “Cum for me, you dirty bastard. Cum in my hand, right here, right now.” And he does. He fucking explodes, hot jizz shooting out, coating my hand, dripping onto the filthy sidewalk. I pull away, licking my lips, leaving him panting and spent. I wink at him, a dirty, promised wink, then saunter off, leaving him to clean up his mess. My heart’s racing, pussy throbbing, but I don’t care. I got what I wanted—a dirty, public handjob, a man’s cum on my hand, and the thrill of doing it all in the open. I’m a fucking exhibitionist, a dirty, slutty tease, and I love every filthy second of it. The city’s my stage, and I’m the star of this hardcore, pornographic show.