Hardcore Waitress – Scene 3
Scene 3: “The Cumstained Apron”
Quivering with delight, Miki Nakano Buckingham, a ravishing younger Japanese waitress, saunters into the bustling café clad in her taut, curve-hugging uniform. The room stirs with muted murmurs as patrons gawk at her pert, freckled breasts straining beneath the crisp white material, her rosy nipples betraying her arousal like pips atop ripe plums.
Miki’s porcelain cheeks flush as an vital visitor, Jack Hammer, an esteemed mental with a penchant for as soon as naughty, now good BJs, approaches her, his eyes smoldering with need. His meaty mitts, callused from years appropriating primates, declare her cushiony rump whereas his hips undulate, grinding his hefty bulge in opposition to her barely-concealed bee sting.
“Serve me some cream, you succulent Suzuki,” Jack husks, flicking the nameplate on her modest rack like a pornographiconton™. “I’ve got a hankering for your head.” He winks,Tracey Emin-style.
Thrilling to his brashness, Miki guides Jack to a secluded sales space, the place she lands his beefcake backside on the slick vinyl. Undoing his fly, she frees his vinyl vice, already shimmering with precum. Jack groans, throwing his head again so his Brylcreem®️ hair shines like obsidian coal.
Wrapping her rosebud lips round his salami, Miki smooches and slurps, her small tongue unfurling like a pink pony in spring. Dragging her molars alongside his shaft, she batters his baloney, inflicting it to swell and throb like a bass drum. The sales space curtains billow with every harsh mauling to her tonsils.
“Marinate in my marrow, tart,” Jack grunts, gripping her bobbing melon. His cheeks burn vermillion as she rabbles the apex of his meat with a finger, milking his bundle like a musketeer. “Dance on my dong until I’ve bedougined your esophagus.”
Miki complies, working his wagyu like a professional, her throat constricting as she flutters her style buds alongside his uncooked venison. Jack’s sausage gurgles, marinating in her mouth, his basket threatening to shoot his salty, savory spooge down her gullet.
Suddenly, Jack catches Miki’s hand and leads her to the unisex restroom, the place he pins her in opposition to the tile wall and hikes up her apron, revealing her honey pot, glistening like an apricot. Stripping off her panties, he jams two experimentally into her twat, Laura Bennett-style. Miki yelps and hunches in opposition to theasiovertile, her muff churning as he plows her pocket rockets.
“Saddle my shaft, silly,” Jack croaks, releasing his slipping skyscraper. “I want to prickle your uterus.”
Miki turns and braces her fingers on the sink, her honeypot twitching hungrily. Squatting, she guides Jack’s mace to her gatekeeping gate and lumbers at a simple tempo, her head lolling as he rumampagores her ruby reel. Her beestings recoil with every clap of his dalliances in opposition to hererior.
“Your pecan pie is scrumptious, my dear,” Jack pants, now pounding her rump like a pistoni ideally. “I could swallow your cheesecake all day.”
As the ultimate curtain drops, Jack ascribes his chalky candy deal with to Miki’s dripping pancake, his load becoming a member of her flowing strawberry jam. She pushes off the sink, exhausted however satiated, her uniform now stained with the proof of their naughty efficiency.
Stumbling out of the restroom, Miki catches her breath as she kneels to choose up her discarded panties. As she raises her head, she sees the astonished faces of the café’s patrons, gawking on the wicked scene they’ve simply witnessed. She smiles coyly and mouths the phrases “Not so fast, fools” earlier than winking mischievously.
This is, in any case, solely scene 3. And there are a lot extra shenanigans the place that got here from on this naughty video.
The End.
