Repair Guy Fucked Me on My New Screen – I Filmed Every Inch

I'm 19F, my phone screen cracked bad after dropping it at the mall. Called the home service guy the shop recommended – mid-30s, polite, professional, showed up in jeans and a polo with his tool kit. He sat at my kitchen table, fixed the screen in 20 minutes. I was in tiny lounge shorts and a loose tank – no bra, nipples poking through. He kept glancing at my chest while working. When he finished, I tested the new screen, opened the camera app, hit record, and set it on the table angled toward us.

I leaned in close. "Thanks for coming so fast… how can I repay you?"

He smirked. "You already paid."

I slid my hand up his thigh. "Not enough." Unzipped him. Pulled out his cock – thick, veiny, 8.5 inches hard, head flushed dark and leaking. I stroked slow, then dropped to my knees. Took him in my mouth – jaw stretched, tongue swirling, gagging softly as I pushed deeper. Spit dripped down his shaft. He groaned, hand in my hair.

He lifted me onto the table. Pushed my shorts aside. Rubbed the head along my slit – I was soaked. Pushed in slow. The stretch was intense – thick head forcing me open, then inch after inch filling me. I gasped, nails in his shoulders. He bottomed out – hips flush, balls against my ass. Started thrusting – deep, steady, table rocking. I moaned loud – no neighbors close enough to care. Camera caught every angle: his cock sliding in and out, my pussy gripping him, my tits bouncing under the tank.

He sped up – hips snapping, balls slapping my clit. Hand on my throat – light pressure. I rubbed my clit fast, came hard – shaking, pussy clenching around him, soaking his cock. He kept going – fucked me through it, pace brutal. "Gonna cum… inside?"

"Yes… fill me."

He slammed deep, groaned low, and came – hot pulses flooding me, thick and warm, so much it leaked out around him as he kept grinding. I clenched hard, milking every drop.

He pulled out slow. Cum dripped down my thighs. I picked up the phone, stopped recording, showed him the video. "Your tip," I said. "And proof you fixed more than my screen."