Risk it, but your recording does not go as planned

You're practically riding the janitor's scruffy face, his tongue squirming inside your juicy slit, by the time you finally manage to hit the record feature. Your phone beeps softly and the backlight kicks on, illuminating the raunchy scene in the closet and surprising Len. His breath snorts out through his fat nose and over your clit and he pulls back, sending the phone falling from your fingertips.

All thoughts of recording Brandon are lost as the phone clatters deeper into the supply closet. You glance back, the glowing phone beneath a shelf and behind some old mop buckets. You can see that it's recording. But what will it--

"Oh, you want some light?" asks Len, his chin dripping with your juices. "Yeah, right, I gotta see you."

You gasp as he lifts you up and sets you back down. His hand finds the pull string for the overhead light and you are suddenly reminded of why you were wary about coming in here. You only have a moment to look at Len - warty and huge - before he is on you again, pressing you back against the wall as his tongue - flavored with your honey - pushes between your lips.

"Mmmmmmmphhh!" you cry, stifled by his kiss.

He is huge, his body hot as he presses into you. You feel his hand between you as he fumbles at his jumpsuit uniform. The hot cudgel of his cock emerges from the dingy suit in the grip of his fist. The slimy head batters against your thigh as he parts your legs.

"You want this big dick?" he says between kisses.

"Yes," you moan, forgetting the smell and the grossness and just wanting to be fucked. "Yes, fuck me with that big dick, Len. I need to feel it inside me."

A big hand lifts from beneath your knees as he wedges his wide body between your thighs. His cock feels huge at your slippery entrance, he smacks his swollen glans against your wet outer lips. The tender petals part around his fleshy club and he slowly sinks his fat cock into the warm embrace of your tight pussy. You groan in unison as he feeds his length inside you until his balls press against your ass.

"Holy shit you girls get tighter every year," grunts Len.

"You're huge," is all you can manage as he begins to work in and out of you. The smell of sex quickly overwhelms the mustiness of the closet. Your dropped phone records every slurp and sigh as the hulking janitor fucks you hard pressed against the wall of the closet. His dick is as fat as him and covered with thick veins that you feel like ribs on a dildo as they stretch against your inner walls.

"Let me see those tits," Len demands and you comply, rolling up your sweater and popping your cute little bra up and over your firm breasts. Your nipples strain against Len's palm and he dips his face down to slurp and lick at your sensitive flesh. He never stops hammering his cock into you and you throw back your head and cry out with pleasure as you cum.

"Oh God, I'm cumming! Len, that big dick is making me cum!"

Len smiles and hammers into you. His fat fuckstick spears you again and again. Hot bolts of pleasure explode from your clit and from deep within your aching honeyhole. Your spasming walls have their own effect on the brute balling you.

"Pussy is too tight. I can't hold out. Aaah!" You can feel his cock swelling inside you. "Gonna cum! Where do you want it?"