Creampie

You wander down the shelves, hoping some trace of your former tastes call out to you. It isn't until you find Teen Cream Dream VII that you even remotely feel excited. The back of the case shows a little thing with pigtails and andripping snatch. Her pussy lips are swollen and she couldn't pull that thing back together with duct tape and desperation. Still the sight of that white, creamy load are electric to you. Before you even realize it your hands are down around the top of your shorts.

The creeper crowd has begun to take notice, their eyes peaking over the rows of assembled smut to rest on the line woman searching through the risky sex section. Whispering to one another, elbowing each other. Almost as soon as your hand begins to find the edges of your slit you feel a presence over your shoulder. You jump, pulling your hand up and holding the DVD out in front of you. Standing there is a Goliath, 6' 4" of ripped black muscle. He smirks and leans in closely to inspect the back of the case.

"Numba seven, huh? Ain't seen the first six. Did I miss something?"

"N-no idea... never seen them."

"Pity. Looks like you wanna."