You Embarrass Me

Watch. Jet Setting Jasmine dares you to feel small. She coaxes your cock out, strokes it once, then laughs at how quick it jumps. She snaps her fingers and the other man steps forward, thicker, harder, already glistening. She drops to her knees, wraps her lips around him, and works the shaft with slow, wet pulls while her eyes dare you to look away. Her latex dress clings to every curve. She stands, turns you on your back, and lowers herself onto your chest. The stranger follows, pushing inside her. Every thrust slams into your ribs through the tight black latex stretched over you. She rides him harder, hands planted on your shoulders for balance, each slap of skin punctuated by the sharp crack of her palm across your thigh. You feel the heat, the weight, the wet slide of bodies using you as nothing more than a living seat. She leans down, breath hot on your mask, and whispers how pathetic you look beneath them. The rhythm quickens. Your world shrinks to latex, skin, and the steady drum of their pleasure pounding over you.