Quickie in the Freezer

It wasn't my fault. Her legs made me do it. She was a college student. A nineteen year-old volleyball player with the body to go with it, and a baby-faced cute smile that only added to her appeal. I couldn't stop looking at her.

I couldn't stop following her through the store.

At first was I subtle, or at least I tried to be.

I'm sure she see me looking at her legs, though. It was impossible to be subtle about that. It was nearly impossible to avoid drooling while looking at them.

I wanted to worship them. Adore them. Send myself to new heights of arousal with them.

Shortly before the freezer section she looked over her shoulder and winked at me. She was just being funny and cute, but it turned me on. As she turned a corner, she kicked one leg back playfully in my direction. She meant nothing by it. she was being silly. But her legs meant something by it. They were my glorious twin mistresses and they knew it.

I followed her into the freezer aisle and the moment she had the door open and was facing the freezer, I was all over her. I pressed against her body, slamming her into the freezer shelves. My hands caressed up and down her legs. I sucked on her neck.

She clutched at the shelves. "Not here," she begged. "You can have me, but not here."

"Yes here," I corrected her firmly. I slapped her ass through her denim shorts.

"No, not here, people will see."

"I want people to see." I slapped her ass again. "And I don't think I can wait."

My right hand scratched her at thigh and my left groped between her legs.

"God yes," she moaned softly. "But please not here."

I slammed her into the shelves again and crouchsed behind her, licking and sucking all over her legs. Her skin was soft and smooth and perfect. I nibbled. I suckled. I kissed. I tasted. I covered her beautiful legs in purplish lovemarks.

The girl groaned and I smacked her ass again. "I thought you didn't want it here."

"I changed my mind," she panted.

I giggled and reached up insdide my skirt to pull off my panties. I tossed them into the freezer. I watched her eyes and nose follow them with interest. She didn't know what I was going to do, but she begged me for relief. Told me my mouth had driven her crazy.

It wasn't her time, though. It was mine. I snuggled up close to her side, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her face. I spread my legs and straddled her leg, grinding my wet cunt up and down against her.

Groaning and moaning with abandon, I masturbated myself with her beautiful leg. My slit gushed with warm wetness. My clit, red and hard, rubbed against her smooth skin with firm muscle underneath.

Humping her leg like a bitch animal in heat, we began to attract a crowd.

She was whimpering, begging for me to get her off. Begging for relief. Pleading for release.

It's not easy to get yourself off on a girl's leg, so but I enjoyed every moment of the slow, steady buildup. When I finally came, I collapsed to the floor, my body quivering and trembling.

The girl looked down at me, fire in her eyes. She pulled off her shorts and panties, throwing them in the freezer with mine. She straddled my face, pressing her hot, wet cunt against my face. Her pussy lips burned with need. Her trimmed bush rubbed against my soft skin.

"Not here," I begged, prepared to humiliate her in public, but not prepared for the reverse treatment.

With both her hands she grabbed my head and pulled my face up into her roughly. She bounced up and down, grunting and grinding. She used my hair to swing my head up and down, not caring when it occasionally smacked back against the floor. "Fucking yes here," she panted.

When she got close she squeezed her thighs so tightly on my face I thought my cheeks might break.

I screamed into her muff and shoved a finger up her ass.

She cried out and came, slamming my head against the floor in a pure adrenaline surge.

When her spasms subsided, she slid to my waist and grabbed at my face hard, her fingernails sinking in. She bent down and sucked on my cheek hard enough to give me a hickey.

"Fuck," she swore, breathing hard.

"Fuck," I agreed, clawing at her hips and ass.

"Fuck," she said again, her body tensing as her arousal did not ease.

"I live close by," I told her.

"Fuck that, I'm not moving until the cops pull us away," she swore, rolling to her side and pulling my face back to her gorgeous thighs.



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