With one hand, I reached up and flicked the pink nipple there, watching as it hardened before my eyes. With a wink, Kristyn dropped to the floor in front of my, her face coming level with my worn, white panties. In her hands were three brilliantly coloured bras and matching pairs of panties. I shucked my leggings next, slipping the red lace panties on over my own white cotton ones. I was twenty-five, and I'd never added colour, or worn a push-up bra for fun in my entire life. Noting the number, she made oved the tape, this time so that it was encircling the swell of my chest, her fingers brushing over my breasts as she overlapped the measuring tape. She lead me through the mostly empty store and back through a thick black curtain. Thank you for your help, Kristyn," I said suddenly.

Sex in a fitting room


When she grinned, I knew I had said the right thing. Feeling a moment of spontaneity, I shrugged my shoulders. The gemstones glittered in the light from the mirror, drawing attention to my now ample breasts that were on display. Kristyn's hands were soft, her touch meant entirely to please me. Her hips bucked against my face again as my flicking turned into lapping. Once my back was firmly against the wall, she quickly latched her mouth onto my nipple. Using that grip, I forced her face ever closer to my pussy as she brought me to my climax. I was quick to lean forward and lap my tongue roughly over her hardened nipple before taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. Her hips rocked her sex against my tongue as I quickened my ministrations, licking her slit with quick intensity. So, instead, I dug down deep inside, and channeled the one erotic novel I had read in my life. When I lifted my arms, Kristyn wrapped her measuring tape around my ribs, just below my breasts. Kristyn closed the door behind her as she joined me. She brought her hand into the light by my face, where I could see they were glistening with my creamy juices. I was frozen in my place, completely unaware of what was going on. Kristyn didn't stop as I rode out my orgasm, but she did slow until my legs stopped shaking on either side of her face. It was mostly out of curiosity as to how the pair looked together. My pussy clenched as she filled me with her fingers. Thanks," I smiled as she exited the change room. Before she could get too comfy, and I could lose my nerve, I planted my hands on her hips and brought her forward. As if she could hear it, Kristyn obliged by burying her face in my sex. After a moment, I felt her growing wet again as a salty cream covered my tongue. I was a very closed off girl, always focusing on school and work. My actions were successful as her hand started moving faster in my panties, until I could almost hear the fingers pumping in and out of my opening. I'd never even kissed a girl before today, yet here I was, tasting myself on her tongue. Taking turns between the two, I started to feel Kristyn grow wet where her pussy was pressing into my stomach. Confused, I looked up, fearful I had done something wrong.

Sex in a fitting room

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2 thoughts on “Sex in a fitting room

  • Nikogrel
    29.07.2018 at 20:15
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    I needed to go home and take a shower.

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  • Mokasa
    01.08.2018 at 13:52
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    My actions were successful as her hand started moving faster in my panties, until I could almost hear the fingers pumping in and out of my opening. A weird knot was forming low in my stomach, a sensation I wasn't familiar with.

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