"Katie, why don't you have a look around," I said. "I'm going to have a chat with this gentleman." There were only two or three customers in the place... but Katie was afraid to leave my side. I had to give her a little push. "Go on," I said gently. "It'll be okay."I approached the counter, sizing up the clerk. He was in his forties, disheveled and overweight. An air of failure hung around him like a cloud. "I told you," he said, "you can't—"Speaking in a low voice, I cut him off. "What's your. I love a good bad girl. Especially when you come. Come for me Sophie-Mae. Come all over my cock. Let go. I've wanted you since the day you walked in here. Every. Fucking. Day."He slammed into her tight body, his own release hurtling towards fulfilment, the familiar tingling in his balls making itself known as they drew up and prepared to fire their super-charged content into her delightful, fresh pussy. As with her previous orgasm, she began to chant, "Fuck… fuc… fu… fu… fu…" each one a little. Oh, oh, oh my, huh, uh, uh, ah, uh, yes, yes, yes, uuuuuhhhhhhh, Im cuuuummmmiiinnnnggggg, uuuuuhhhhhhh! I had never heard a sexier orgasm in my life and had never tasted a better pussy as she soaked my goatee. I looked at her as she recovered from her orgasm. She finally opened her eyes and smiled at me again. Liz, have you ever seen a penis? I asked her. She kept smiling and shook her head no. Do you want to see mine? This time her head nodded yes. I helped her up from the chair and told. We exchanged mobile numbers, talked day and night for a week. Nothing dirty, all pure innocent texts. I dreamed every night what it would be like to share a bed with him, have his arms wrapped around me while I slept. I never dreamed of what would happen the following thursday. Mike invited me to go over his house, he lived alone in a 3 story, 4 bedrooms, game room with a pool table. I jumped at the chance like a desperate little girl wanting more ice cream. That thursday came, I prepared.