The Latina seamstress, her body heat rising in the cramped workspace, can't help but notice the growing tent in her client's pants. She sets her sewing aside, her nimble fingers now working to free his throbbing cock. She marvels at its length and girth, her tongue tracing its veins before taking it deep into her throat. He groans, his hands tangling in her hair as she bobs her head, her saliva coating his shaft. He pulls her up, spinning her around, and enters her roughly from behind, the sewing table creaking under their combined weight as he pounds into her, her moans muffled by the fabric pressed against her face.