Burger Queen (fast food).

*interior fast-food nosies*.

"ma'am?! ma'am! .....ma'am!!" nothing. the cashier over the counter stopping looking annoyed, and moreso nervous from the eyes on her. "...heh..." trying to refocus onto the milf in front of her, which they practically still stood within the line, but the customers behind her were all in their own worlds within their devices. taking selfies, texting, kids playing switches, and on calls.

*kitchen work nosies*

"that's it.." muttered the female cashier. "CAN. YOU. FUCKING!! LISTEN!!!!??" huffing, as a blush of red formed across her face, from anger and embarrassment, but it didn't deter her one bit to feel proud of what she has just done.

*meanwhile in the realm of the imagination within that lady who's in line*

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[POV of the molester.]

bitting my lips, this fucking! pussy is nice and tight~ mustn't be a mother; I grab a nice handful of one of her huge tits before realizing she's wearing a bra, so I cupped it underneath it all~hmm.. at this point I took my hand out of her panties to massage, and drag her saggy milf tits wherever I wanted, she looked beautiful afterwards~ pants pulled down, trails of my saliva all across her body, as her upper half had her bra pulled to the side showcasing a single tit under her sweater, as it brought her bare belly in view. all while I already took a step back to simply admire my art.

"hm.." thinking how I should get off cause all this molesting still hasn't really gotten me into the perfect mood to finger myself.. "..mm,".

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[POV of the molestee.]

'hm. that's was a really weird thought? h-'

"CAN. YOU. FUCKING!! LISTEN!!!!??"

"jesus christ!!" I JUMPED. out of my skin, "LA- pff..rr- aah. t-thE HELL'S WRONG WIth you??" I snapped at her! I couldn't gather my thoughts after that scare! jesus..!

she's looking at me with crossed arms, as she blew hair out of her face to get a better look at me before she acted like I was in the wrong! ha! what?! the youth these days!!