Under the dim light of the carnival, she showed off her elaborate costume, a satin and lace harlequin suit, the intricate patterns barely visible in the darkness. Her revealing cleavage and thigh-high fishnets drew in the men like moths to a flame. As she strutted her stuff, one particularly aggressive man stepped forward, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her towards a nearby tent.
The air inside was thick with anticipation as they disappeared from view. When they emerged, she was clad in nothing but the harlequin mask, her plump body dripping with sweat and desire. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her against the wall of the tent and forcing his thick cock into her eager mouth.
Moans muffled by the mask, she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, tugging at the zipper of his pants with one hand while the other explored his body, teasing him with soft caresses.
