Giving him head

The words 'movie magic' hang in the thick air between you, still heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Alex's eyes, those sharp green pools, snap to yours. A slow, wicked grin spreads across their face, lighting up their flushed features. 'Fuck yeah, Flora,' they rasp, voice rough from exertion. 'Gimme that redhead special.' They shift their weight, settling deeper into the worn leather couch. The movement makes their cock, still sheathed in the used condom, bob slightly against their stomach. It's slick, glistening under the dim bulb, flushed deep red and utterly demanding attention.

You slide off the couch, your bare knees hitting the thin carpet. The rough fibers scratch your skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Alex's body. You kneel between their spread thighs, the bulge of their balls resting heavy against your inner wrist. The smell hits you first – musky, primal, a mix of latex, sweat, and something uniquely Alex. Your mouth waters. You lean in, nuzzling the base of their shaft where coarse black curls tickle your nose. Alex lets out a sharp hiss, their hips jerking minutely. 'Camera's hungry, baby,' they murmur, their hand finding the back of your head, fingers tangling in your fiery red hair. Not forcing, but guiding. 'Show it how pretty you look sucking cock.'

Your tongue darts out first, a tentative lick along the thick vein pulsing on the underside. The taste is salty, tangy, the latex adding a strange, artificial note. Alex groans, a deep rumble in their chest. You take the swollen head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge. Pre-cum, hot and slick, coats your tongue. The condom feels weird, rubbery against your lips, but you work around it, hollowing your cheeks as you suck. Alex's fingers tighten in your hair, a delicious sting. 'Oh fuck, yeah... just like that,' they breathe, their voice tight. 'Take it deeper, c'mon. Show me what you got.'

You push down, letting the thick length slide deeper into your throat. Your jaw aches immediately, stretching wide. You fight the gag reflex, breathing hard through your nose. Alex's scent fills your senses. Their cock hits the back of your throat, and you relax, easing it further down. Tears prick your eyes. Alex moans, a raw, unfiltered sound. 'Shit, Flora... your mouth... so fucking good.' Their hips lift off the couch, pushing deeper. You let them, relaxing your throat, taking them as deep as you can. Saliva pools, dripping down the shaft, slicking the latex. You pull back slowly, dragging your lips along the length, then plunge down again, faster this time, establishing a rhythm. Suck, swirl, deep throat. Over and over.

Alex's breathing turns ragged, shallow pants. Their thighs tense under your hands. 'Look up at me,' they command, their voice strained. You lift your eyes, meeting their intense green gaze. Your lips are stretched obscenely around their girth, tears tracking down your cheeks, mascara probably smudged. Alex's eyes burn with lust and something else – satisfaction, ownership. 'Fuck, look at you,' they rasp. 'My perfect little cocksucker. Knew you'd be good at this.' Their thumb brushes a tear away, the gesture weirdly tender against the rough possessiveness of their grip on your hair. 'Now make me come. Suck me dry for that camera.'

The command sends a fresh jolt of heat straight to your own core. You double down, bobbing your head faster, sucking harder. Your hand wraps around the base of their shaft, pumping in time with your mouth. The wet, slurping sounds fill the small room, loud over Alex's harsh breathing. You flick your tongue rapidly under the head, focusing on that sensitive spot. Alex gasps, their back arching. 'Yeah! Right there! Fuck!' Their cock jerks in your mouth, pulsing hard. A muffled groan escapes you as the first hot spurt hits the back of your throat, trapped by the condom. It keeps coming, thick pulses of release. You keep sucking, milking them through it, swallowing around the latex barrier until they finally shudder and go limp, their grip on your hair loosening.

You pull off slowly, a string of saliva and lube connecting your lips to the glistening, spent cock. Alex slumps back against the couch, chest heaving, a sheen of sweat covering their torso. Their eyes are half-lidded, sated. 'Holy shit, Red,' they pant, a lazy grin spreading across their face. They reach down, gently cupping your chin, their thumb brushing your swollen lower lip. 'That... that was premium content.' They glance towards the blinking red light of the camera. 'Gonna sell like fucking hotcakes.'