Ask her what she wants

Reluctantly, I pull out of her and wipe her saliva off my dick using her perfectly soft hair. "Need something, love?", Ryan asks her, and when she regains her breath after taking a few huge gulps of air, she gasps "Cheese and yoghurt. We just went past the dairy section." He nods and goes back in the direction we just came from, while I let her breathe for a bit before going back to violating her face.

Ryan returns with a piece of Gouda and some low-fat yoghurt. Briefly glancing at her -- she manages to nod her approval while still **** on my shaft -- he reaches into the cart, grabs her ass, and moves her to the side to put the dairy products next to the potatoes and cucumber she had with her. "Still need oil and vinegar," he mutters and sets off again. Meanwhile, the girl has succeeded in communicating to me that she needs to go to the fresh food counter. I dutifully take her there, liberate her mouth so she can talk, lift her out of the cart and prop her up against the glass counter so she can have a look at the goods, granting the butcher's assistant the same privilege at the same time.

She is pinned to the counter, her breasts pressed flat against the glass, her pussy producing a slowly growing trickle against it. She's having slight trouble ordering because I immediately start slamming her from behind, making the whole counter shudder and causing the carefully stacked cheese pyramids to topple over. When the butcher's assistant has finally managed to get her order right despite her moaning, the squeaking of her skin against the glass and the dull thumping of my thrusts, I take the bag of ham from him, put it in the cart, and lift her up to place her back inside. This time, however, I place her on her knees and forearms and push her head down, so that her behind thrusts up into the air, allowing me to finger her while I push the cart to the front of the store, where Austin and Ryan are already waiting in the queue.

Austin has amassed a collection of spices I've never even heard of. He piles them into the cart and then lets out a reproachful sigh when he notices that the girls' stuff has become jumbled together with ours while I was busy utilising all of her orifices. "I have no time for this," he grumbles and wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her out of the cart and onto the conveyor belt, followed by her items. She makes no effort to get off and just lets the belt carry her forward -- there are still a few customers in the queue in front of us. I decide to use the belt's convenient height to continue exploiting her, rolling her around from time to time to gain access to all of her holes. Once again, my timing proves impeccable, as I am just about ready to burst when we reach the end of the belt. I make the best of this last opportunity and let myself loose, showering her with all the stuff that had been cooking in my balls during this latest adventure. Strand after strand of sticky semen covers her and her groceries, almost making it look as if she had a giant white barcode across her body.

As she reaches the cashier, she sits up on the belt and lets him help her off it, circling the counter and rummaging through the pile of clothes in our shopping cart, while my freshly milked juices run down her body and form a puddle around her feet. She pays for her shopping, grabs two bags from the cashier -- one for her groceries, the other for her clothes -- and strolls out of the store, letting the warm sun outside dry the stains I left all over her.

As Ryan and Austin bag our stuff, I contentedly put my clothes back on and grin at them. Ryan grins back and gives me the thumbs-up, while Austin just looks at his watch.

"Ten minutes to spare. You could have made more of that."

"You're a tedious wanker, Austin."

His frown bursts into a demented grin.

"I know," he laughs. "That's why you love me."