Luna gets her little recording

Luna settles herself down right in front of you, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous, almost predatory glint. She’s at the perfect height, her face mere inches from your throbbing cock, which bobs slightly, inches from her lips as if already yearning for her attention. The camera is recording, and she doesn’t waste a second before diving into her sultry monologue.

“Alright, girls,” she begins, addressing the unseen audience with a wicked grin. Her hand wraps around the base of your cock, her fingers barely able to encircle your girth as she gives it a firm squeeze. “You all didn’t believe me, did you? Thought I was making up stories about this,” she emphasizes, giving you a slow, sensual stroke from the base to the tip, her fingers lingering just long enough to coax another thick bead of precum to drip from the head.

She chuckles, flicking her gaze back to the camera. “Look at him—rock hard, and he’s been like this since the moment he walked into the office. Imagine that, ladies. Every time you bring in a coffee, this is what he’s got going on.” She tilts her head thoughtfully, looking back at your cock, almost as if she’s sizing it up. “And it’s even bigger up close, isn’t it?”

With a glint in her eye, she leans in closer, her cheek nearly touching your shaft as she angles herself for comparison. “Look at this, ladies… it’s practically as thick as my wrist,” she murmurs, her tone dripping with awe and a calculated filthiness that makes your cock throb visibly, a reaction that only spurs her on. “I bet you never thought you’d see a guy like this, right? Well, here he is in the flesh—and then some.”

Her fingers dance over your shaft, tracing every vein, and then she reaches down, cupping your balls with gentle, almost reverent hands. “And these… god, girls, these are heavy. Just full. How many times do you think he’s had to hold back today? Probably edging himself, thinking about how all of us are watching him, every second.”

She looks up at you, eyes dark with mischief. “Tell them, John. Do you like having all of us watch you like this?” Her tone is commanding, daring you to lie. You hesitate, your face flushed, and she smirks, squeezing the base of your cock firmly. “Answer me,” she purrs, her thumb circling around your sensitive tip, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Yes…” you murmur, voice thick with arousal. “I… I like it.”

She chuckles lowly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good boy. He’s such a show-off, ladies. Loves every second of it.”

She smirks, leaning closer to bring her face right next to your cock. “Remember when I told you I shook his ‘hand’ when we first met? This is what I meant.” She gives your cock a playful squeeze, as if for emphasis. “And yeah, I mean, who wouldn’t want to shake it? Just look at this.” She laughs softly, the sound rich with enjoyment, as she shifts slightly, pressing her cheek against your shaft for comparison, her head dwarfed by the length.

She looks up at you with a sly grin, her hand squeezing a little tighter as she continues. “So, tell them, John—did you let me stroke you like this, right in front of the whole office? Did you explode for me?” she teases, her eyes gleaming with delight at the way your cock twitches in her grip. You hesitate, feeling the heat rising in your face as she waits, her expression expectant, her eyes burrowing into yours as she looks up to you. When she gives you a firm squeeze you let out a, "Yes, yes, I did." Her grin widens, her hand sliding up your shaft.

Luna’s gaze sharpens with renewed mischief as she lets go just long enough to reach into her bag, pulling out a small stamp. She holds it up to the camera, the coffee shop logo clearly visible, and raises her eyebrows with a smirk. “Now, just to make sure everyone knows exactly who’s had the pleasure...” She presses the stamp above the base of your cock, right at your pubic bone. When she pulls it away, the logo of the coffee shop is inked there, a bold mark of ownership.

Luna grins, shifting slightly so her lips hover just above the swollen, sensitive head of your cock. With a slow, deliberate movement, she presses her mouth to it, letting her warm, soft lips linger. The sensation is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine, and as she pulls back, you feel your cock twitch hard, a bead of precum dripping onto the floor.

She looks up at the camera, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “There you go, girls—just a taste of what he has to offer. And I know John here loves an audience. So who’s up next for coffee duty?” She lets her gaze drop to your cock, giving it a firm stroke as she continues, “Maybe one of you can get a little... closer next time.” Her thumb slides over the tip, gathering another bead of precum, her tone dripping with playful malice. “What do you think, John? Care to give them a show?”

As if on cue, your cock pulses, another drop escaping and falling to the floor. Luna’s grin widens. “Looks like he’s more than willing. There’ll be plenty more footage to go around, girls... if you’re up for it. Maybe even a couple of live events”