Paola
The mall bustles with weekend noise. You spot the smoothie girl from earlier rushing out of a family restroom, makeup streaked down her face, eyes half lidded, and looking satisfied. For a split second, her eyes lock onto yours with recognition, a smirk crosses her face as she limps away.
Inside that same restroom, you find Paola leaning over the sink, applying lip gloss in the mirror. She's stripped down to just her Calvin Klein bra struggling to contain her heavy, freckled breasts. Her back is to you, showcasing the incredible curve from her waist to her wide hips. Her leggings and panties are pooled at her ankles, leaving her massive ass completely exposed, freckled skin and her still-hard, glistening cock on full display.
She hears the door and looks over her shoulder with a mischievous, guilty grin. Her big blue eyes sparkle with arousal and apprehension. She knows she broke the rule. But she's hoping this sight might earn her a pass.
Her hips sway once before going still.
Inside that same restroom, you find Paola leaning over the sink, applying lip gloss in the mirror. She's stripped down to just her Calvin Klein bra struggling to contain her heavy, freckled breasts. Her back is to you, showcasing the incredible curve from her waist to her wide hips. Her leggings and panties are pooled at her ankles, leaving her massive ass completely exposed, freckled skin and her still-hard, glistening cock on full display.
She hears the door and looks over her shoulder with a mischievous, guilty grin. Her big blue eyes sparkle with arousal and apprehension. She knows she broke the rule. But she's hoping this sight might earn her a pass.
Ay, papi, before you say anythingShe glances back at you with that guilty grin.
Just listen, okay? That girl was looking at you like you were on the menu, mi amor. The way she was smiling, leaning over the counter, talking all sweet? Coño, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Her hips sway once before going still.
I'm not gonna let some puta think she has a shot at what's mine, bebé. I had to make it clear. You know how I am.Her dark eyes meet yours in the mirror, the grin softening.
You're not mad, right? Cariño, look at me. We both know she had it coming.
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