Backstage with Xandra Brill

He stepped into the lavatory unaware Xandra Brill was already there, skirt hiked, panties down. Her eyes locked on his cock the moment he unzipped. She stared, hungry, and he let her look. One glance turned into both of them forgetting why they’d come in. She dropped to her knees on the cold tile, blonde hair falling forward as she took him in her mouth, tongue working the length with eager, wet strokes. He thrust deeper, fucking her throat until spit ran down her chin. Then he bent her over the sink, shoved her skirt higher and drove into her tight pussy. Each thrust slapped skin against skin; her moans echoed off the tiles while her juices slicked his shaft. He pulled out at the last second, aimed at her pretty face and painted it with thick ropes of cum, leaving her cheeks and lips streaked white. She licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth and smiled, already wondering when she’d catch him in the restroom again.