He pushed her against the glass of the store. If anyone was outside they would see her perfect champagne-glass tits pressed against the window, right next to the neon “OPEN” sign. Between thrusts, she quickly flipped a switch to turn off the sign, and then another for the lights. “Ung- I didn’t expect you to.. arrive so late.. today..” He didn’t reply because he didn’t want her to speak anymore. Her silk voice was too sexy and it would make him come too soon.
“Fuck me on the counter?”
He knew curls in the squat rack would pay off one day. Blindly, He picked her up easily and, still attached, moved her over to the kitchen counter behind the register. He pushed aside all the kitchen and coffee equipment and spread her small body on the counter. He was going slow and deep now- he knew he didn’t have long. “I want you to come inside me, please”. Well, shit, he thought, that’s a terrible idea. However, control was out of his hands now.
“Please!”
He pushed her wrists down on the table. It was happening. It was everything he ever wanted, she was so perfect. She was the one. His senses gave way to desire. In the dark it was just his panting, groaning, and her piercing cry of climax.
As he came to his senses, he felt her soft wetness on his stomach.
Damn, she even got my shirt wet, he chuckled to himself.
Oddly, it was on his chest too, and bit on his face. It was also chunky. Satisfaction turned to alarm and he pushed her away from him in confusion.
The whirring sound of a blender faded into his consciousness.
Wait did he….. Oh.
Did not see that coming.
>curls in the squat rack You bastard.