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Taylor makes it work

... led him on, giving him a smile, and then walking around to another aisle. He followed her, to her satisfaction. She grabbed a pair of shorts from the rack, and turned to him. "Would you come help me try these on?" she asked, trying her best to be coy and seductive. She didn't figure she had to try too hard. The man visibly swallowed, and looked all around. Finally he spoke. "Little girl. Is your mother around?" "No, she's in Marcey's," she said, picking a store way down at the end of the row. The man didn't look too relieved. "Just pretend you're my daddy," she said. "You can go in the dressing room with me." The man gulped again. She wondered how brave he was. Brave enough, apparently. He approached, and took the shorts from her hand. She held her hand up, and he took it. They walked to the dressing room. He didn't tell the woman anything, he just took a number and they walked into a dressing room. She shut and locked the door, and turned. He shocked her, at that point, he grabbed her hard, by the shoulder, pinching her so much that it hurt. "Ouch, shit!" she said, keeping her voice soft. "You don't have to do that. Don't hurt me!" "Sorry," he said, letting some pressure off. But he kept hold of her. "Shit," she said again. Oddly, she wasn't scared. She knew he was rougher than Mr. Bennett, but she wasn't scared yet. She kicked her shorts down her legs, and stood before him in her panties. He stared down at her. "Take those off," he finally said, softly. She didn't move, ...

... and looked pointedly at his hand, still gripping her shoulder. He finally let go, and she slid her panties down her legs. She stood before him, bottomless. He grabbed her with both hands, and picked her up and put her on the bench. He sat, and mashed his face into her groin. She felt his tongue, almost immediately, licking on her veneris mons, right at the top of her slit. He went down slowly, and she spread her legs as best she could, and she felt electrical shocks shoot through her legs as he tongued her clit. Oh, shit, she thought, that makes it worth it all. That's the spot. His hands were on her little ass, squeezing and kneading. That felt good, too. He probed into her crack, feeling for her asshole. She felt his finger sliding around in her sweaty asscrack, and it felt good to her. He finally found her little asshole, and she felt his fat finger push against her sphincter. She tried to relax, but it was hard, every time he pushed against it she automatically tensed up. When his finger finally entered her body it hurt, and she made a noise. He didn't stop, he just pushed his finger into her body. She contemplated saying something, but it didn't hurt that bad, not yet at least. He was lustily licking her clit, now, and sawing his finger in and out of her anus. She put her hands on his head, and let him lick and suck her, contented. This was fun, she thought, dangerous, but dangerous fun. The guy seemed kind of rough, but she could tell he was mad for her. Crazy mad. He ...