CD, a vision in stockings and garters, finds themselves in a compromising position, their back pressed against the wall, a stranger's cock inches from their face. With a whimper, they lean forward, their tongue tentatively flicking out to taste the slit. A shiver runs through them as they take the first inch into their mouth, their eyes fluttering closed. They're inexperienced, their movements hesitant, but there's a hunger there, a desire to please. They take more, their lips stretching around the girth, their cheeks hollowed out as they suck, their moans vibrating around the shaft. Spit dribbles down their chin, their makeup smudges as they lose themselves in the act, their body swaying to an unheard rhythm.