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The devil in you shadows him back to the small stockroom. Oblivious to you and anything else but the lip print on his palm, he yanks open his pants and lays his drooling prick in the fleshy folds of his palm.

Imagining those lipstick lips as your mouth, he slowly slides the shiny shaft through his half-closed hand. Watching those lipprints as if they might come alive, he continues to slide it to and fro.

"Hey mister, want the real thing?" you ask, tapping him on the shoulder.

You thought he would crash through the ceiling, he jumped so high.

Wordlessly, he watches as you non-chalantly apply an extra coat of lipstick before him. Then, you crouch down and kiss his quivering dickstick, leaving lipstick on his shaft. When you form an 'O' over his plum of a swollen cockhead, he just loses it.

You struggle to swallow all of the sudden outburst of semen, but like a good cocksucker, you get it all, good to the last drop.

You look at his stuck-up dick.