A private screening

Matt booked the whole theater just for them. The lights dimmed and Nesty slid straight to her knees between his spread thighs. Her blonde hair fell forward as she freed his cock, wrapped her soft lips around the head, and took him deep. She moved like she’d been waiting all night for this, sucking him with slow, wet strokes while her perky tits brushed his thighs. Every time the film flickered across the screen, her head bobbed harder, cheeks hollowed, spit glistening on his shaft. She never pulled away, never slowed—just worked him with greedy, eager hunger, turning the empty theater into their own private playground of warm mouths and hard pleasure.