Dressing Room Naughtiness

Her boyfriend took the smoking hot blonde shopping, a move he’s immediately appreciating. Staci just grabbed his wrist, yanked him behind that cheap, flimsy dressing-room curtain, and sank to her knees like it was the only seat in town. She got him hard in two lazy licks, then swallowed him down while someone’s feet moved two stalls away. Not her problem. When she stood, hiked that flimsy skirt, and eased back onto him, neither of them looked at the gap in the curtain. They just worked the angle, trying not to knock the walls, stifling laughter with every creaky squeak of the flimsy hinge.