Horny cleaning lady

Jane pushed her cart through the empty cinema, lights already dimmed to that tired blue glow. A guy still sat in the back row, slouched low, thumb moving across his phone. Boring movie, she figured, and the thought made her lips curve. She shut the doors behind her. No usher, no other guests. Just the two of them and the smell of stale popcorn. She left the cart and walked straight to him, heels soft on the carpet. When she reached his row she knelt between the seats without asking, hands already on his belt. His eyes widened, but he didn’t stop her. Jeans open, cock already half hard, she took him in her mouth, slow and wet, the kind of blowjob that says she’s done this before. His phone clattered to the floor. Jane rose, turned, and peeled her tight black skirt up over her hips. No panties. She backed onto his lap, reached down, lined him up, and sank down until her ass swallowed every inch. He groaned. She rode him hard, blonde ponytail swinging, the seat creaking beneath them. Every thrust pushed deeper, her breath sharp. He grabbed her waist, met her strokes, balls slapping against her. When he warned her he was close, she slipped off, dropped to her knees again, and took him back between her lips. He came across her tongue and her lips, some of it landing in streaks on her cheek. Jane licked her mouth clean, stood, smoothed her skirt, and pushed the cart back down the aisle like nothing happened.