No, I wasn’t watching.” He spat out. I want him to imagine what it would be like to bury his face in my snatch. ass porn We now had a timer. Once I’m confident that his eyes are going to stay on me the entire time, I look away from him, still beaming brightly. His phone had disappeared from the counter, and his hand was in his pocket; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out this picture. He’s still staring at me, so I decide to play with him a bit. I check myself in the mirror; yup, nipples are showing through just fine. That also means no replays later for anybody else; I want what happens to stay between me, and the young man behind the counter. The color drained from his face so fast that it was like someone had taken a remote and turned his settings all the way down; the effect was almost comical.
