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Title: A Sleazy Encounter within the Pawn Shop
The dim lighting of the pawn store forged an eerie orange glow on the cabinets of outdated knick-knacks and bric-a-brac. In walked a younger, brunette lady, determined for some fast money. Her identify was Sophia, and he or she had a spring in her step, swaying her hips as she made her solution to the counter. She was carrying a decent, low-cut high that confirmed off her ample cleavage, and a brief, pleated skirt. Her darkish fuck-me pumps clicked on the linoleum, echoing by way of the empty store.
“Can I help you?” the shopkeeper requested, his eyes wandering lecherously over Sophia’s determine.
Sophia flashed him a coy smile, “I hope so. I’ve got something I want to…pawn,” she purred, operating her tongue over her plump, shiny lips.
The shopkeeper, an older gentleman named Harold, licked his lips as he noticed Sophia’s tight physique, his eyes fixating on the swells of her breasts. “Well, let’s see what you’ve got, toots.”
Sophia reached into her purse and pulled out a small, velvet field. She slid it throughout the counter in the direction of Harold. As he opened it, his eyes widened in shock. Inside was a blinding, diamond tennis bracelet.
“This belonged to my grandmother,” Sophia purred. “Momsy always said I should hang onto it, but times are tough, and…well, you know.”
“Times are not tough, sweet cheeks,” Harold replied with a wink. “Let me just take a closer look…” He plucked the bracelet from the field and examined it, the diamonds glittering underneath the fluorescent lights. “This is worth a mint, honey. I’ll give you…$2,000 for it.”
Sophia bit her plump, shiny decrease lip, trying supremely upset. “I was really hoping for five grand,” she purred, leaning ahead on her elbows. The movement pushed her breasts collectively, emphasizing her ample cleavage.
“And I was hoping to someday be a brain surgeon,” Harold retorted. “This is business, girlie. I’m offering you cash, right now.”
Sophia pouted, her vibrant pink lipstick making her full lips look much more engaging. “I guess…$2,000 is better than nothing…” She sighed dramatically, pushing out her decrease lip.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Harold requested, gesturing to the counter. “I need some ID…”
“What? Oh, of course!” Sophia mentioned, sticking readily available into her purse for her pockets. But as an alternative of pulling out her ID, she held up a wad of folded money. “I completely forgot! I was going to use this to buy it back, you know? My big sister’s birthday is next week, and this was supposed to be her gift!”
Harold felt his cock twitch on the concept of extra of this curvaceous, cockteasing minx’s pores and skin. She perched herself on the sting of the counter, crossing her lengthy, shapely legs. Her quick skirt rode up, exposing the underside curves of her pert ass.
“Okay, okay…” Harold began, already getting swept up in her flirtatious act. “I’ll raise you $3,000 for it.”
“No, no…” Sophia tutted, wagging a finger at him. “That’s not nearly enough cash for me…”
“Then what do you want?” Harold requested, feeling daring.
Sophia uncrossed her legs and slowly, intentionally unfold them. Her skirt rode up, revealing her panties. They had been crotchless, exposing her candy little pussy. She ran one finger alongside the smooth folds.
“Well, I want more than money,” she purred, cupping her tits and pushing them collectively. “Maybe…someone to fuck my brains out, make me cum screaming, give me a nice big load of cum…”
Sophia leaned over-the-counter, wetting her lips as she appeared down at Harold’s crotch. “Is that something you’d be interested in doing for a pretty little thing like me?”
