Ebony fucked for public in vintage shop
The subtle ‘jingle’ of the bell above the door signaled yet another customer had entered the quaint antique shop, nestled amidst the bustling city streets. Little did this patron know, they were about to witness a scene straight out of their wildest fantasies unfold before their very eyes.
The storekeeper, a voluptuous ebony goddess with curves that could make a grown man weep, greeted them with a radiant smile. “Welcome, dearie. I’m afraid I’m just closing up shop, but please feel free to browse. I’ll be happily occupied in the stockroom straightening up.” With a playful wink, she sauntered off, her ample hips swaying hypnotically with each stride.
Unbeknownst to the customer, the alluring woman had a secret desire. She yearned to be watched – to have an audience as she indulged in her deepest, most carnal pleasures. And today, those inhibitions were thrown to the wind.
Retreating to the cramped, dimly lit stockroom in the back, she could hear the shuffling of feet and the rustling of items as the oblivious spectator wandered the shop. Removing her lacy white bra, she cupped and kneaded her own full, taut breasts, feeling her hardened nipples ache between her fingers. The knowledge that someone could be mere feet away only heightened her arousal.
Sinking to the cold wooden floor, she hiked up her skirt to reveal her bare, glistening pussy. With her long, manicured fingers, she began to explore every inch of her slick folds, teasing her clit with delicate strokes as she sank back against the wall.
Moans of pleasure began to escape her lush, pillowy lips, growing louder with each passing moment. Surely, whomever was out there must have heard by now, but she didn’t care. In fact, the thought only served to drive her further,ipping her closer to the edge.
As her breathing quickened and her pelvis gyrated against her touch, she slid two fingers deep into her tight, pulsing channel. The sweet, obscene sounds of her juices and the primal grunts and moans that followed filled the air, undoubtably carrying to the intrigued customer beyond.
Increasing the pace, she frantically fingered herself, reveling in the taboo thrill of being so close to discovery. With her free hand, she reached down to grasp at her full, bouncing breasts, pinching and tugging at her sensitive nipples until her body throbbed with a burning, aching need.
Unabashed and unashamed, she brought herself to a climax unlike anything she’d ever experienced, her walls clenching tightly around her plunging fingers as a gush of slick liquid erupted from her center. Climaxing on a silent scream, she tensed and quivered, riding out the waves of pure ecstasy that coursed through every nerve ending.
Gasping for breath, she slowly withdrew her fingers from her pulsing, satisfied pussy. With a coy smile and a twinkle in her eye, she sauntered back out to the front of the shop and greeted the blushing customer with a knowing grin, a secret they’d share for the rest of their lives.
