Novelty

She looks him over from the other side of the glass counter, a slim brunette in a tight black dress that strains across her chest. He came in for cigars but now he can’t stop staring at the way her tits move when she leans forward. She notices. Instead of backing off she holds the look, lets him see the top of her cleavage, the round weight of her breasts. He sets his order down. She takes it, but when he reaches for his wallet she catches his wrist and pulls him around the counter. They slip through the curtain into the back room. She drops to her knees on the worn floor, mouth already open, and takes him deep in one smooth motion. Wet sound fills the narrow space as she drives him into her throat. Spit trails down her chin. He grabs her hair, pulls, and she opens wider, tongue flat, letting him fuck her face until her eyes water. When she stands she turns, pulls her dress up, and leans over a stack of crates. She guides him between her cheeks, presses back until he sinks into her ass, inch by slow inch. He holds her hips and starts to thrust. Each stroke makes her tits bounce under the thin fabric. She pushes back harder, taking everything he gives. The room smells of tobacco and sex. She stays there until he finishes inside her, then straightens her dress like nothing happened and walks back to the front of the store.