Shoot

The camera's final click echoes away, and Cliff Parker exchanges a knowing glance with Cougar Cash. They slip into the restroom, the door clicking shut behind them like a secret sealed. Her heels tap sharply against the tile, a staccato rhythm that quickens his pulse. She turns, her eyes locking onto his with predatory grace, and presses him against the cool wall. Her fingers trace the line of his jaw, then dip lower, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. He inhales sharply as she drops to her knees, her breath hot against his skin. She frees his hardening cock from his pants, wrapping her lips around him in one fluid motion. He threads his fingers through her hair, guiding her deeper, her tongue swirling with expert precision. She hums, the vibration sending shocks through him, her hands gripping his thighs. He thrusts gently at first, then harder, her mouth accommodating every inch. She pulls back just enough to tease, her saliva glistening on him, before diving in again, sucking with a fervor that builds the tension unbearably. His release hits like a wave, spilling into her eager mouth as she swallows every drop, her gaze never leaving his.