sweet torment

As you turn to leave, you watch the geek head for the employee toilet. You have to catch him jerking off in your napkin.

You quickly pass behind the counter. You slowly turn the knob, it rotates. You smile a wicked smile. In his haste, he didn't bother to lock it. After all, who would come in? He's the only one on this shift. You wait a few seconds for him to get up to speed.

"Taa-daa!" you squeal as you open the door and enter the small cubicle, pulling off your flimsy sundress.

"Aargh!" the poor guy cries, caught standing with his pants down, his boner being shined by a napkin-clad hand.

Jizz flies at the shock of you standing there, naked. It runs like carpenter's glue down your belly and hips.

He watches dumbly as you rub his seed into your smooth skin, rapturously, like its the world's most precious skin lotion, and maybe it is.

Moments later, you catch him off-guard again. "Was that all for me?" you ask sweetly, wrapping your arms around him. "Thanks alot!" you smile, before you give him a deep soul kiss.

You feel wood.