James can't help himself

As Amy struggled on all fours in front of him, James slowly crawled forward, kneeling on the jeans by her ankles as his face was almost pressing against her arse.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Amy suddenly gasped, realising her precarious situation, but James didn't answer, instead reaching down and grabbing at the jeans around Amy's ankles, yanking them off her legs and pushing her thighs apart, his eyes fixed on the soft wet flesh in front of him.

Amy froze, well aware that with her jeans gone she was literally down to nothing but a pair of socks, completely naked behind the burger bar, this pimply faced teenager kneeling behind her, his eyes fixed on her pussy.

She gasped as his eyes were soon joined by two fingers, lightly running over the lips of her pussy, driving unexpected waves of pleasure through Amy's body, shuddering at his touch.