Take the stall owner from behind
From Create Your Own Story
Your fingers brush the rough linen of her clothing, the fabric cinched tight, concealing the prize within. With a firm tug, you loosen the drawstring and the knot slips free. You strip her hose, revealing her quivering snatch, glistening with arousal. The sight alone is enough to give you a stiffy.
She exhales; body pressed to the counter top. "Go on," she urges, voice teasing, swaying her ass gently. With a deliberate motion, you lean forward over the counter, the store owner exposed below you. You unveil your erect member, already burning hot and twitching. Underneath you, the stall owner lets out a muffled whine.
You press the tip of your cock against her yielding entrance, feeling the way it resists just slightly before surrendering. You push deeper, working carefully, methodically. The stall owner gasps beneath you, feeling each measured motion.
Your rhythm builds. Each thrust of your hips drives you deeper into the girl’s pillowy depths, coaxing a response from within. A breathy gasp escapes the stall owner as she tenses, eyes half-lidded, fingers twitching against wood.
With a final thrust, your tip kisses the center of her fuckbox – the breaking point. Your hips buck as pressure gives way. A surge of warm, thick cream streams into the stall owner’s quivering pussy. She cries out, the sound halfway between ecstasy and shock, as her body shudders and her legs curl up around your thighs.
You exhale, your own body humming with satisfaction, your legs trembling. For a moment, the two of you simply remain there catching your breaths. The stall owner lifts her head just enough to glance back at you, her expression dazed, flushed, utterly undone.
"You really – hah – know how to handle a girl," she breathes. You straighten and allow the stall owner to climb out her stall counter. Several loaves have been flattened. “You can have these ones, free of charge,” she offers.
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