The snick of the knife, the growl in your voice, even the snip of fabric cutting through one of my favorite bras - it’s all auditory stimulation straight to my... The attendant clears his throat. We both turn to find him beet red and searching for words. He eventually prompts us to make our selections. I go to check out. “Two guesses what he’s going to be doing on his next break,” you whisper in my ear as you press yourself against my ass. I nearly choke. But manage to hand over my cash.
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