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"Well, I dunno," he says, lost in a dream-like fog, as he watches you angle your delectable tanned butt for him.

"Oh, please," you coo. "You wouldn't want me to leave the store without these on my feet, do you?"

"Uh, well, no" he answers, studying the full effect of the heels on your legs. As he tears his eyes off oyur ass, he follows downward, your tawny thigh muscles just barely noticeable beneath the smooth skin's surface. The round bunch of calf muscles look to be in bondage below the black ribbon tied around each perfect leg.

"How does a blowjob every Saturday and Sunday 'til New Year's sound?" you ask, turning to face him, looking for an answer.

He is silent, but you believe you have your answer. You see the impression of a elevating cockhead against the crouched man's pants.

"Here's a bonus," you say as you reach for his fly and pull the thick old man meat from his boxers.

You lave your wet tongue all around his hard cock as he mutely continues to watch. Then, you dive down, all the way to his crotch hair and vacuum his dick heartily.

The over-excited man can take no more. Jizz shoots down your throat, forcing you to swallow quickly.

After you both compose yourselves, you ask,