В мини-платье без трусиков в магазине

She bent over the magazine rack, her tight little mini dress riding up to reveal the bare curves of her ass. No panty lines, no fabric barriers, just smooth, unbroken flesh. I could see the glistening lips of her cunt, slightly spread, begging for attention. She was shopping for porn mags, her fingers tracing the lurid covers, but she knew the real show was behind her. She bent lower, giving me a perfect view of her swollen pussy lips, her clit peeking out like a tiny, pink pearl. I could see the wetness coating her thighs, the way her body shivered with anticipation. She was fucking the air, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate thrusts, her breath hitching as she imagined a thick cock sliding into her dripping cunt.

She grabbed a magazine, flipping through the pages, but her eyes were glazed, her mind elsewhere. She moaned softly, her fingers slipping between her legs, teasing her clit. She spread her legs wider, her dress riding up even more, exposing her tight little asshole. She circled her clit, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. She was close, so close, her body tensing, her muscles clenching. She bit her lip, stifling a cry as she came, her juices dripping down her thighs. She stood up, her legs shaky, her body slick with sweat. She looked back at me, a wicked smile on her face, knowing she had put on one hell of a show.