What a weird morning. What a weird morning. «How long does it take for a Cappuccino?!» an old disgusting man yelled. «This outfit seems a bit tight.» I told her. «Now you can go back to your work. «This outfit seems a bit tight.» I told her. But I was still worried, afraid that I would do something really stupid and ruin it all. What a weird morning. She took her hands off me and she pulled down her knickers. «You really can’t wait» a feeble whisper caressed my ear from behind while a cold tiny hand helped me unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, lingering on my chest. In a couple of minutes, ask me loudly where the toilet is, ignore my instructions and then go straight down the corridor. «Alright, that’s enough! My cock was pounding hard against her womb. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere, but I was pretty sure all the blood was now running to the pelvis area. A beautiful innocent, smile given by someone who’s not going to listen to you. I would give our voyeuristic pervert a show she would’ve never forgotten. Another voice interrupted her from the dark corner behind us.
