StarLea :: TRY THIS ON FOR SIZE2012-02-21
 The fitting room door opened and the gorgeous salesgirl slipped inside. Her eyes sparkled and her skin was flushed a pretty shade of pink. Peter stood frozen in his underwear, with three pairs of pants on the hook behind him.
"I thought I'd see how everything was going in here," she said, breathless. Her hand went straight to his crotch, where she cupped his balls. Her touch was neither forceful nor tentative – she availed herself of him as if he were merchandise she had every right to fondle.
"It's fine," he said cautiously. He ballooned in her palm. He knew these places had security cameras so he waited for her next move, rather than making his own.
"Is your cock comfortable in the pants you've been trying on? I can't imagine that a piece of meat the size of yours could stand to be caged up like that." She rubbed him more firmly and the heat from her body was nearly palpable.
"Not to be rude, but you're making it even bigger," he observed.
"But I have a reason. When I suck it, I want it to damn near choke me."
She dropped to her knees and yanked his dick out of his shorts. Pre-cum had already created a wet dot on the fabric but plenty of jizz still oozed from his swollen tip. She brought her face to his needy cock and let her hot breath bathe it before she put her tongue to it. She lapped at his slab of beef, making the drop of pearly cum disappear before she slowly, inch by inch, took his entire shaft down her hot throat.
He looked down at the top of her lustrous auburn head, watching it bob up and down on his rod. Her warm saliva coated him almost as slickly as he imagined her pussy juice would have. She tongued his knob like a professional, circling it with mad, insistent swirls every time her lips came near his balls.
At first, she played with his tightening sac, but gradually, her fingers worked their way to his asshole. She found it easily, especially because the moment she came near it, he did his best to relax his cheeks to give her better access. First, she rimmed him with her index finger, burrowing gently between his ass cheeks. Never did she stop sliding his member down her throat, however. She ate him with precision movements, always mindful of his thick and throbbing meat. Up and down, whisking her tongue under his ridge and over his piss hole.
Meanwhile, her finger wiggled at the entrance to his ass. It would have tickled if it hadn't felt so fucking good. So fucking goodÂ… Her spit lubed his hole somehow and soon, a good inch of her finger was up his chute. She wiggled it faster, then sucked him faster and in moments, his balls were so tight, he knew he'd shoot his load in seconds.
She pulled away suddenly, replacing her mouth with her other hand. Now, she played at his asshole and worked his cock with her hands.
"Shoot your stuff all over my face," she told him. "Spray me."
He took instruction well. He let go with what felt like gallons of spunk. It covered her face in gooey stripes and stuck in her hair. She felt some near her mouth and licked it like it was frosting. Then she stood up and French kissed him until he thought he'd lose his balance. She wiped her face on his shirt before she wordlessly left the fitting room.
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