Rebecca sits on the sink, head thrown back in ecstasy and with two fingers down the front of her pants. “Have a good rest of your day, ma’am.”
“Thanks. Indianporn “You feel so fucking good.”
But before I can even pump inside her, there’s a knock at the door. An old lady ambles toward the checkouts with a handful of pens and pencils. But the only sound is my heartbeat as it beats frenziedly in my chest. She’s so fucking wet. God her eyes…
“Noah?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“What’re you looking at?”
“N-Nothing,” I stutter. “Okay…”
She brushes past me as she leaves the checkouts, and I watch her pert little ass as it walks away from me. She’s only small. I inch closer to it, holding my breath. “Oh!” Rebecca groans. “Rebecca’s probably got them.”
“Can you grab them for me, please?”
For fuck sake…
“Alright.”
I follow the aisles down into the back room in search of Rebecca.
