Superstar wannabe

She sits across from him, perfect hair catching the light, tits pushed up in that tiny top. Says she wants to be the next big name, the girl every man jerks off to. Will do whatever it takes. He unzips his pants without a word. She drops to her knees, wraps her hand around the base, and starts licking the head in slow circles. Her tongue traces every vein while she looks up, eyes wide and eager. He’s already thick. She takes him deeper, lips stretching, spit dripping down her chin. He grabs her blonde hair and fucks her mouth until tears streak her mascara. When he’s close he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her pretty face with thick ropes. Cum lands across her cheek, lips, lashes. She smiles through it, tongue flicking out to taste what’s left.