die kunst von cunnilingus (eating muschi)

They were ‘women only’ changing rooms but I didn’t care, I wasn’t there to flash a man; I just wanted to play with my pussy and cum again. The room was long and narrow with cubicles down erotic each side; 8 on one side and 6 on the other. I went to one of the furthest from the door and quickly stripped off and leaned back against the mirror and got my fingers busy. I was just getting to the point of no return when the curtain flew open revealing a young woman standing there looking at the naked (apart from shoes pussy and knee socks) me furiously rubbing my pussy. The young woman was wearing the stores uniform and her name badge told me that she was the shop floor manageress. After a few seconds silence whilst we both took in what we were seeing, the woman said, “Well, what have we got here?” Another silent pause followed. “A little slut playing with herself while she’s planning on how to steal some clothes.” “No.. No.. I’m not stealing anything.” “How old are you anyway? And what the fuck have you done to your tits? You’re way too young to be getting that done. You, my girl, are in serious trouble; I think that you’d better come with me.” “I… I wasn’t steeling anything. All I’ve done wrong is what you saw when you opened the curtain.” “That remains to be seen. Put your clothes on.” I started to get dressed while the woman watched me. I looked at her in the mirror as she watched me and she reminded me of the Karen that works with Ryan; but a more dominant version. When I’d got my blazer on the woman said, “No underwear I see, and with that skirt no wonder you were getting yourself off. Get that skirt and top and come with me.” As we walked out of the licking changing room and to the back of the store I went over the situation in my head. I hadn’t stolen anything and the only thing that I had done was masturbate in their changing room. That may well be against their company rules, if they had anything written on the subject, but it certainly wasn’t illegal. No, I was going to be alright. The woman led me to a big office that had 2 desks and a big table and boxes piled all over the place. No one else was there when we went in. The woman told me to stand massage in front of one of the desk that she went round and sat at. “You know that you’re in serious trouble don’t you? It’s company policy to prosecute all thieves to the maximum extent of the law; even minors like you.” Going into little girl mode exotic I said, “I haven’t stolen anything. That top and skirt haven’t left the shop and were hanging on the hooks provided and I have nothing else on me.” “Gotcha!” she squealed and burst into a shaking sobbing fit of giggles. Slata's hairy cunt, yes!” Their fins bent and shifted and they flew past the powerlines without hitting anything, then turned around and erotic rocketed back on new paths. As I moved through the hallway, I realized how tired I was. They were in exotic their own little dimension and the man shrouded in shadows could do whatever he wanted. It’s so good!” “Is it too much?” I asked, trembling before him. She shot out more orgasmic juice than I have ever encountered with Vickie pussy in our years of marriage. I pressed down upon Kristin's barely covered vagina and slid all massage of my manhood into the little slot I felt there until my balls slapped into the now rapidly moistening fabric of her underpants. Deeper and deeper he penetrated as he came, harder and harder, and I felt like licking a leaf blown in the wind. “I’ll bet you will; tell me something, what did my face look like when you went into me?” Juliana must have known something was wrong as she sat up a bit when Newlyn had quickly withdrawn and cum on her pussy after only nine strokes. "I still don't like it, you know," Jack said. This eliminates most data entry and saves a searchable copy of the document in our cloud.