I don’t deserve her.
She’s so sweet, so trusting, so innocent, and I’m… in the eyes of the general public, including the cashier, I’m an old, horny pervert. An old, horny pervert who just had her young flesh an hour ago.
A rough sound echoes from my throat as I watch my pretty princess grip hold of my cock, every curve perfectly shaped and bouncing in that tight dress as she works me over.
Gagging, slurping, twisting her tongue around in circles.
The shop is small, and the woman working the counter is never more than twenty feet away. At this point, I’m sure she’s wondering why I’m still in the dressing room, why we’re so quiet, why it sounds like someone is gagging.
This is so fucking wrong. I should stop Violet right now. I should carry her home, lay her in my bed, and kiss her all over until she falls asleep. I should tell her how thankful I am, then pin her down and fuck her hard.
Instinctively, I thrust into her little throat as her tits bounce against my legs.Okay, I don’t think I’m stopping her.
My fingertips gather in her hair, and without thought, I’m pushing her sweet, little, princess face against my cock like a man strung out on need, my balls slapping against her chin, my cock pulsating in her inexperienced throat.
“Oh Christ,” I growl, watching her little head work my cock like a filthy, excited slut.
Her gaze draws up to mine, a sparkle behind her eyes like she’s genuinely happy. She’s enjoying herself, which only gets me off more. God, I love it! The way her big, brown eyes look up at me, needy and desperate for direction. The way she sighs and moans as she twists her virgin mouth over my cock.
I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest man alive.
“Excuse me,” the cashier says, knocking on our door twice, “anyone in here?”
“Yes!” Violet groans, eyes wide, her mouth still hot around my dick.
I grin and lift her up from the ground, bend her over the bench, and slip my cock into her tight, little pussy from behind.
“Oh,” Violet moans, reaching back for my thigh as I fuck her hard and fast, desperate to fill her up again before this door opens.
“Hello?” the woman continues. “Are you still in here, hun? I saw your—” She pauses as though she still doesn’t know what category to put us in. “The man you were with is gone so I thought you’d left.”
“Be right out,” Violet’s voice shakes as I pound hard against her tiny frame, my balls slapping as I move.
“I think there might be two people in there,” a man’s voice echoes. As his sentence ends, I can see his shadow bend down behind the door. “There are two people in there. I can see four feet.”
“You’re right,” the cashier says, sounding annoyed as she knocks again. “What’s going on in there?”
I look toward my girl in the mirror, her mouth open, hair wild, her breasts swaying as I thrust.
Shit, I know this is wrong, but I feel more alive than I’ve felt in years. The realization of this is unsettling and confusing. A swirl of guilt and clarity. I can’t tell if it’s freedom or a mistake in the making.
“I think that’s Andrew,” she mouths, eyes wide as I continue to thrust into her slick, wet pussy.
“I have a paying customer that needs to try on clothes,” the woman presses. “You’ve used all your time.”
“Be right out,” I say, my voice more ragged than I’d planned.
“I’m coming in there!” the woman yells, keys jingling at the lock of the door.
If she opens that door, she’s going to know what our relationship is real quick, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Something tells me she has a big mouth.
Violet’s eyes widen as she looks toward me in the mirror. I’m sure I should stop, but I can’t. She feels too good, too soft, too warm, too wet.
Her fingertips dig into my leg and her eyes squeeze shut as her pussy clenches hold of my cock and she begins to squirm.
She’s coming!
My sweet, little princess is coming on my cock again!
