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The Ride Home: Chapter Two
Chapter Two: The Fall Out
“That’s it. Fuck them!” Gillian said softly.
We were in the backroom of our workplace. Gillian was sitting on a stack of pallets as I fucked her tits. She wore the perfect shirt for tit-fucking tonight. The bright orange work shirt was cut extra low. She was wearing the perfect bra that pushed her huge tits upwards.
The result was an extreme amount of cleavage. At this precise moment, my black dick was buried deep between them as she pushed the sides of the shirt inwards, making the space between her tits even tighter for my dick. I fucked downwards into her cleavage from the front as I looked down at her.
“Aren’t you glad. I wore this shirt,” Gillian smiled.
“Fuck, yeah.” I said. I was so close to cumming. “You planned this didn’t you?” I asked her.
She looked up at me with her jet-black hair and blue eyes.
“Me? Never!” Gillian smiled.
Truth be told. Gillian loved it when I fucked her tits in public. It had not been the first time it had happened, and I was sure it would not be the last.
If anyone came into the back room and headed this way, all they had to do was look behind the other pallets, and they would easily see us.
