I couldn’t stop now. As I was walking away to recover the front counter, I heard the door unlock and her voice from behind me once more. As I anally tongue-fucked her, I heard voices of the kitchen staff and the faint hum of the loudspeaker blaring music at the front. Red, maybe pink. The sound echoed to the high ceiling of the bathroom, and a pink handprint immediately appearead aginst the creamy whiteness of her ass. The first sex I had had in months, and the best I’d ever had, as well. My cock, obviously, was still steel-hard, and now a dark spot of precum had formed where it poked against my pants. The sound echoed to the high ceiling of the bathroom, and a pink handprint immediately appearead aginst the creamy whiteness of her ass. Obviously, she was wearing a mask, but I liked what I could see of her face. Here you go.” What little of my face wasn’t hidden by my mask must have been blushing furiously, because my skin burned with embarassment.
