Show me how much you want it.”

The man said . His command was a low growl in the dim, sticky air of the theater booth

The man, a burly stranger in a leather jacket, gripped the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth in earnest, his hips pistoning forward.

Oh god, yes. The thought was a desperate, thrilled echo in my head. My own cock, trapped uselessly in its pink lace cage, gave a pathetic twitch. 

The real pleasure came from behind, from the relentless, filling stretch of the man taking me from the rear. His hands were tight on my hips, fingers digging into the thin material of my skirt as he drove into me, each thrust making me gasp and choke around the cock in my throat.