Stacy tries her damndest to kick away from the counter to push him off, but she can’t get any traction in her slippers and the weight of both bodies keeps her arms pinned against the counter, upon which her little B-cup breasts rest comfortably. Inside is a customer who’s been observing her for a while, and has masturbated daily thinking about Stacy, ever since he first laid eyes on her a month ago. Indian sex She’s wearing a beige button-down sweater, short white frilly skirt, and those adorable little black karate slippers which make even guys without foot fetishes take note. A little trepidatiously, she asks if she can do something to help him. As Stacy moans and his cock slides in and out, he tentatively slips one of his fingers into her mouth, and one of her hands reaches up, rubbing the outside of his palm as she sucks on the digit, “mmmmm”s escaping her throat. Kneeling down, she takes his cock between her thin, sensual lips and gives him one hell of a serious blowjob as a “thank you”. He fucks her in this position for a good twenty minutes, until finally Stacy can feel his cock building up for release even as her well-lubed pussy threatens to give up its goods.
