+Infinity/Insist on Allie staying.

From Create Your Own Story

"I'm sure your manager won't notice," you say, egging on the young teen's sexual appetite.

"Well... a few more minutes couldn't hurt," Allie replies, relenting to her primal desires.

Standing before you, Allie impishly slides out of her red dress, subtly biting her lip, wanting. As the sexy teen's skirt slips over her curvy figure, her ample tits bounce playfully in your view. You take Allie to the bench, kneeling down to her thighs. You bring your mouth tenderly to the young teen's pussy, sensually flicking your tongue over her sensitive clit. Allie's legs instinctively part, grinding her mons against your mouth.

"Ooooh... oooohhyeah... uuhhhh..." Allie's young body vibrates as your tongue swirls over her salty flesh. The teen's sweet moans resonate in the enclosed dressing room while she brings her hands around your head, compelling your tongue to explore deeply into her velvety channel. With her luscious boobs jiggling with her fluttered breathing, Allie finds climax, her pussy pulsing over your tongue while expelling tangy juices against your chin.

"OHH... YYESSSSS..."

You roughly turn Allie onto her hands and knees, exposing the young teen's slit from behind. Smacking her full ass, you place your cock against her labia, letting only an inch get enveloped by the sexy teen's warmth.

"Tell me what you want," you grunt to Allie. "Beg for it."

"Ohhhh... Give it to me... I want you to bury your cock inside me," Allie moans.

Slowly, you insert your penis deep into Allie's tight vagina, inch by inch. Buried completely inside the moaning teen, your dick twitches with pleasure, causing Allie to shudder with every vibration. As you start pumping Allie's cunt, the teen's helpless moans echo in your ears, awakening an irrepressible primal urge. You smack ferociously on Allie's jiggling, plump ass, leaving behind stinging red welts, and while you hammer away through the young teen's slick channel, you sense a churning in your balls.

Click. The door opens.

"What the hell is going on!?"

At the doorway, an older man in uniform, presumably the manager, glares menacingly at the two of you.

You are: An 18-year-old man
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