She leaned towards me, kissing me deeply. I was twirling around it, teasing it. Placing my swollen head against her hot, wet, labia, she groaned as I pushed into her. She had a soft laugh. Plunging my tongue deep within her, then bringing it back to assault her clit, as she shook her head from side to side. I was unconcerned because “most 15 year old boys don’t have a lovely set of breasts.” I told her. I groaned and grunted through it, loving every minute of her velvet tongue and silken lips on my stiff as steel cock. I knelt between her soft legs and slowly spread those legs wide. “Very few people braving the temps, you’re the only customer in today.” I handed her another hanger for the bulky gray button down sweater she was wrapped in.
