The microphone was already on, a small black spider perched on the table between them, when she knelt down. Her dark eyes met his, a silent question passing between them before she leaned forward, her big boobs swaying slightly under the thin fabric of her top. He nodded, a slow, deliberate movement, and she took that as her cue.
Her lips parted, soft and inviting. The head of his cock throbbed against her moistened lips. She took him in, slowly, deliberately, her tattooed arm snaking around his thigh for support. He groaned, a low rumble in his chest, as she slid further down, taking more and more of him into her warm, wet mouth.
The blowjob was intense, a symphony of sucking and swallowing. Her hands massaged his shaft, the skin slick with her saliva. He could feel her deepthroating him, the pressure building with each stroke. He watched her in a POV shot, her dark hair cascading around her face, her eyes half-closed in concentration.
Suddenly, his hands gripped her hair, pulling her tighter. He wanted to face fuck her, to feel her lips and tongue working harder. She responded instantly, her pace quickening, her gasps mingling with his moans. He started eating dick, his hips bucking as he thrust deeper. Each movement showed off her big boobs and inked skin.
As he neared climax, he reached down and began rubbing pussy over her pants. She whimpered, her body trembling. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a tidal wave about to crash over them. She knew what he wanted and gave him a sloppy blowjob. He wanted to come all over her face.
He pulled back slightly, hovering over her face. "Look at me," he rasped. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. He could see the raw desire in her eyes. He knew she was ready. He knew that the interview and the sucking cock were about to end in the most satisfying way possible.
