Toned midriff flexing under black tank top, jeans tugged low over hips. She drops to knees on rough floor, mouth sliding onto cock poking from gloryhole wall. Soft lips stretch wide, tongue pressing flat underneath, saliva dripping down shaft. Graffiti-scratched concrete scrapes bare skin. Hoop earrings sway with each bob. You feel that velvet throat grip? She gulps harder, eyes locked on the wall, tits heaving in tank. Pace ramps up, hands braced for the finish.