Being that she is getting her brains fucked out a mere 50 feet from a
perky, if somewhat oblivious sales representative, it would be no work
at all to shout, scream, cry aloud, shriek, wail, ululate, or even
politely hollar for help, and it would come (ahem) with nary a
moment’s hesitation. Instead, she has her mouth firmly clamped, and is
attempting with all the will she can muster to keep the quietude of
the space undisturbed. Indian sex She found herself, with no idea how she’d gotten there,
on her feet, the traitorous panties still wrapped around one foot,
back to the wall. “I •do• have a
nice ass, don’t I?” Without waiting for a response, she adroitly
popped onto her toes, the muscles of her quads and calves evident
through the gossamer silk of the stockings, and turned 180 degrees. They would hem and haw, worry about
the consequences, sometimes even make a half-assed attempt to dislodge
her dainty hand from their turgid cock, or glistening pussy, but…if
the internet had taught her anything, and it had taught her a LOT,
especially about sex and stuff, it was that most people just love it
when you “force” them to do something they don’t want (but actually
super duper DO want) to do.
