Dressing Room Naughtiness

Staci drags her boyfriend into the dressing stall. She’s grateful, and she wants to show him exactly how grateful. The blonde drops to her knees on the small bench, opens his fly, and takes him in her mouth, slow and wet, sucking with a soft, greedy rhythm. When he’s hard and aching, she stands, turns, and bends over the tiny stool, skirt already pushed up. He slides into her from behind, deep, steady thrusts that make her breath catch. Neither one cares if the curtain gaps or if someone glances in. She pushes back to meet him, heels still on, toes flexing against the carpet while he fucks her. She moans low, biting her lip, foot lifting so he can feel the arch against his thigh. The whole store could walk by, but right now it’s just the two of them, skin and heat and the quiet slap of bodies in the small space.