Public Agent Italian loves sucking and riding cock in public

The sultry Italian beauty, Francesca, was always looking for ways to make some quick cash. Her luscious black hair swayed seductively as she sauntered down the bustling city streets, eyeing potential marks. It wasn’t long before she spotted her next prey: a young, unsuspecting man filming with a camcorder.

Francesca approached him, her emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. “Hey there, handsome,” she purred, running a finger along his chest. “See something you like?”

The man gulped, clearly caught off guard by her forwardness. “Um, I was just filming the sights. But wow, you’re beautiful.”

Francesca smiled coyly. “Why don’t you put that camera to good use and capture something a little more…intimate?” She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Intrigued and already aroused, the man nodded eagerly. Francesca took him by the hand and led him to a secluded alleyway, her hips swaying hypnotically. Once they were alone, she turned to him with a wicked grin.

“You want to see what I can do with my mouth?” Francesca asked, falling to her knees. She rubbed her hands along his thighs, feeling his muscles tense with anticipation. Slowly, she unzipped his pants, freeing his eager erection.

Francesca licked her lips hungrily as she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. “Mmm, you’re already so hard for me,” she moaned, stroking him slowly. She leaned forward, spit dripping from her mouth as she flicked her tongue across his swollen tip.

The man groaned, bracing himself against the brick wall. Francesca took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she slid him deeper. Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked him expertly.

“You like that, don’t you?” Francesca purred, pulling away momentarily to catch her breath. “I could suck this big cock all day.” She dove back in, taking him balls-deep into her tight throat. The man’s hips bucked as she deepthroated him, tears of pleasure welling in his eyes.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he gasped, fisting his hands in her silky black hair. Francesca continued to moan around him, sending delicious vibrations through his pulsing flesh.

Suddenly, she pulled off with a lewd pop. “I want you inside me,” she demanded, standing up and pushing him against the wall. She hiked up her short skirt, revealing a lacy thong that did little to conceal her wetness.

Francesca shimmied out of her panties and positioned herself above him, straddling his hips. She teased his tip with her slick entrance, coating him in her juices. Then, with a devious wink, she sank down onto him, letting out a guttural moan as he stretched her tight pussy.

“Oh god, you’re huge,” she whimpered, rolling her hips against him. The man gripped her ass, pulling her down harder as he thrust up into her. Francesca threw her head back in ecstasy, her tits bouncing with each powerful pump.

“Mmm, fuck me just like that,” she begged, clawing at his chest. “Don’t stop, please!” The man pounded into her relentlessly, grunting with the effort. Francesca gasped and cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.

“You want my cum, don’t you?” he growled, drilling into her harder. “You want me to fill this dirty little cunt?” Francesca nodded furiously, her pussy clenching around him.

“Yes, yes! Give it to me!” she wailed, burying her face in his neck. The man felt his balls tighten, signaling his impending orgasm. With one final, mighty thrust, he exploded inside her, painting her insides with thick ropes of semen.

Francesca screamed in ecstasy as she came, her pussy milking him for every last drop. She collapsed against his chest, panting and quivering with residual bliss.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” the man breathed, holding her close. Francesca smirked, licking her lips.

“Just wait until next time,” she promised wickedly. “I’ll show you what else this kinky Italian can do.” With that, she stepped away, tucking her thong back into place. She blew the man a kiss and sauntered off, leaving him dazed and satisfied in the alleyway.

Francesca made her way back onto the crowded street, already plotting her next public encounter. Her emerald eyes scanned the crowds, seeking her next marks. The hunt was always half the fun, after all.