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Sex at the Mall | No.Eight | 16

 

You let the security guard leave - after all, there's no guarantee that she's as easy as you hope she is. She might just lock you up instead. Once she's gone, you come out of hiding and wander down towards the redhead.

"Hi," you say as you come up behind her. You find yourself checking out her ass - at least, until she turns around that is.

"Can I help you?" she asks. Her nametag tells you that her name is 'Samantha', but you're a little preoccupied by the bulge growing in your own shorts as you imagine what it would be like to fuck this hot teen's ass.

"Yeah, I'm err, looking for something," you say, trying to come up with something.

Samantha looks you up and down. Her gaze lingers on your crotch, and a sly grin creeps onto her face. "It certainly looks like it," she says. "Are you thinking perhaps of, err, excavating some holes?"

Incredibly, this girl knows exactly what you want, and looks like she wants it too. "That was what I had in mind," you reply. "I'm hoping to get pretty deep, if I can just get the necessary permission. My name's , by the way. And you're Samantha, right?" You point at her nametag, and your hand conveniently brushes her breast as you do so.

She shivers in excitement at the fleeting contact. "Well, I'm fairly sure you won't have any trouble there," she says, and places a hand on your muscular chest.

You can barely believe your luck in finding such a slut. She was willing to fuck you even before she knew your name, and after what you've already been through today, this is just an added bonus! "Come with me," she says, taking you by the hand and leading you towards a door marked 'Staff Only'.

You can barely wait for what's to come...

 

What lies beyond the door?


          A bed

 
 
 

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