Black brunette gives a sloppy blowjob in a warehouse

She’s kneeling on the floor, black, early 20s, curly dark brown hair with a small flower tucked in — looks handmade, not flashy. Wearing nothing, skin glossy like she’s been wiped down, tight petite frame, small tits, smooth. Guy’s white, similar age, muscular, faded ink running down one arm, sitting on a beat-up metal chair. He’s leaned back, pants around his knees, cock buried in her mouth. Her jaw works hard, lips stretched, head bobbing with a slow grind — not rushed, but deep, wet pulls. You see her throat flex on the downstroke, eyes closed, one hand braced on his thigh. The lighting’s flat, dim, casting long shadows off the concrete walls — feels like a warehouse after hours, nothing staged about the vibe. After a minute she pulls off, lips shiny, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and just stares at the camera for a few seconds. Then looks away, quiet. The close-ups catch every detail — the shine on her lips, the texture of her curls, the way her shoulders move when she leans in again. No talking, no music, just the sound of breath and wet mouth. It’s raw, focused, no distractions. The guy doesn’t touch her face, just lets her go at it. She spits once, right on his shaft, then goes back down with a twist of her head. Camera stays tight, cuts between medium and close-up, never goes wide. No cumshot, no change of position — just sustained oral, her face doing all the work. The flower in her hair stays put the whole time.