Yes

Opening your mouth wide, you take the swollen head inside, swirling your tongue around the ridge, tasting the salty tang of him. Marcus groans, a deep rumble that seems to vibrate through the floor. 'Oh fuck, yeah...' he breathes.

You push down, taking more of him into your mouth. Your jaw stretches wide to accommodate his girth. You use your hand on the base, pumping slowly as you bob your head, sucking firmly. The sounds are obscene – wet, slurping noises that echo slightly in the aisle. You glance sideways, seeing Alex crouched low, the camera lens focused intently on your lips stretched around Marcus's thick cock. Alex gives you a thumbs-up, their own face flushed with excitement.

'Look at me, baby,' Marcus commands, his voice thick. You lift your eyes to meet his. The heat in his dark brown eyes is intense, primal. He reaches down, his large, calloused hand cupping the back of your head, not forcing, but guiding. 'Just like that. Suck that dick.' His fingers tangle gently in your red hair. You increase your pace, hollowing your cheeks, sucking harder. You flick your tongue rapidly under the sensitive head, then along the thick vein on the underside. Marcus's breath hitches. 'Shit! Right there! Fuck, your mouth...' His hips start to move, small, involuntary thrusts pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You relax, taking him, swallowing around the intrusion. Tears well in your eyes from the strain, blurring your vision of Marcus's intense stare.

Alex moves closer, zooming in. You can hear the whir of the lens. 'Tell her how good she sucks it, Marcus,' Alex directs from behind the camera, their voice tight with arousal. 'Tell her she's the best little cocksucker in town.'

Marcus groans, his grip tightening slightly in your hair. 'Fuck yeah, she is,' he rasps, his gaze never leaving yours. 'Best fucking mouth I ever felt. Suckin' my soul right out my dick, baby.' His words send a fresh jolt of heat straight to your own core. You moan around his cock, the vibration making him curse and thrust harder. You work him relentlessly, bobbing fast, your hand pumping the base in rhythm. Saliva drips down his shaft, slicking your fingers. Marcus's breathing turns ragged, shallow pants. His thighs tense. 'Gonna come...' he warns, his voice strained. 'Gonna fill that pretty mouth up.'

You double down, sucking harder, faster, your eyes locked on his. You see the moment it hits him – his eyes squeeze shut, his jaw clenches, a strangled cry rips from his throat. His cock jerks violently in your mouth, pulsing hard. The first hot spurt hits the back of your throat, thick and salty. You swallow instinctively, then again as more pulses follow, flooding your mouth with his release. You keep sucking, milking him through it, until he finally shudders and goes limp, his softening cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop. You sit back on your heels, catching your breath, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock. Marcus slumps heavily against the magazine rack, chest heaving, a dazed, satisfied smile on his face. 'Holy shit, girl,' he pants. 'That... that was somethin' else.'

Alex lowers the camera, their grin wide and triumphant. 'Fucking A, Flora! That was gold! Pure fucking gold!' They slap Marcus on the shoulder. 'Good shit, Marcus. You're a natural.'

Marcus chuckles, still catching his breath, looking down at you with newfound appreciation. 'Anytime, Alex. Anytime.' He tucks himself carefully back into his jeans, zipping up. He reaches down, offering you a hand up. His grip is strong, warm. 'Seriously, Flora,' he says, his voice softer now. 'That was... damn.' He shakes his head, still smiling. 'You need another 'customer' for your... project...' He glances meaningfully at the camera in Alex's hands. 'You know where to find me.' He gives your hand a final squeeze before turning and heading towards the exit, whistling softly.