In the cramped changing room, Clea Gaultier's moans echoed as she fingered her tight, eager cunt, her big tits heaving. Steve Q, the lucky bastard, walked in on her. Caught masturbating, Clea's eyes locked onto his stiffening cock. She licked her lips, inviting him closer. Steve obliged, feeding her his thick cock, feeling it slide down her throat as she gagged, her big tits pressed against him. The room filled with the sound of her sucking and his balls slapping against her chin, until he painted her face with his hot cum.