A lending hand

Bayley was going through a hard time, her career was going the wrong way, after weeks and weeks of mediocre matches and dull storylines her mindset was not at the best. She loves to run when stressed so a jog around backstage was on the agenda.

She came to a holt, a man stood peeking into an open door, she could hear sexual noises from the same room. Bayley tiptoed over behind the man to find out what he's looking at. She could slightly see some movement in the shadows if two people fucking.

Without thinking, she wanted to do something crazy, she knew what was coming he was stroking the lump through his pants, before he could upzip, she rested her hand on his.

Directing his out the way so she can take his cock out. Bayleys hands are naturally warm, she clevage pressed against this random guys back while she squeezed. She wasn't sure why he did not turn around, it was dark, she doesn't pay much attention to the plebs, well that's what she calls them.

His cock was so thick in her hands, she could feel the veins throbbing. She picked up the pace, breathing on his back.

Bayley could feel he was close and before she knew it his body jolted spraying cum to a mess on the door.

Bayley did not want to be seen so before he could control himself she ducked around the corner, cum still coating her fingers.