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November 5Dear Diary, My quote of the day: “Without risk, there is no reward.” In my case — the reward is a quivering pussy. The “Grand Opening” sign, proudly displayed in front of the inviting new storefront, draws me in like a heroin-filled needle to an addict’s hungry veins. As soon as I enter the store, my pulse races at the possibilities. Several shoppers cast eyes my way, but their glances are fleeting, and that just won’t do. It isn’t enough to acquire second looks. No. My arousal is fed by sustained contact — players in my little game. I’m disappointed in the store help — millennials locked onto their phones rather than doing their job. Whatever nonsense is occurring on their tiny screen is more important than the merch I’m about to steal. No, this won’t do at all. I need to work harder to attract attention. Without it… well… the risk simply isn’t significant enough. I walk toward the display istanbul travesti near the well-dressed man behind the counter. His badge says, “Robert.” The owner, perhaps? Even better if my pawn is invested in the store. “May I help you, ma’am?” asks Robert.”No, thank you, Sir.” I smile, adding, “I can help myself.” My hands sift through the bracelets while I keep an eye on Robert and the shoppers nearby. As anticipation grows, my hand lifts some bracelets and balls them up in my palm. What a rush! My other hand casually grazes my mound, stirring my clit even more. “They’re pretty, aren’t they?” I jump at the question of the shopper who had snuck up on me. My breath’s caught in my throat while I ponder walking off with my fistful of merch, but I decide against it this time and return the bracelets to their place, answering, “Yes. Yes, they are.” I lock eyes with her, searching her face istanbul travestileri for some hint of awareness while my body’s heat settles in my netherlands from the excitement. I’m disappointed when she walks off without giving me another thought. Robert glances up at me again, so I lean slightly forward, facing him and fanning the fabric of my tank dress against my voluminous tits. While his mouth waters at the free peek of my peaks, my heart thumps wildly in my chest, only topped by my throbbing clit. Beads of sweat surface between my heated thighs while I move to fiddle with earrings displayed on the same counter Robert stands behind. While his eyes watch my nipples poke my thin top, my fingers drop a nice pair of earrings inside my Prada bag. I momentarily shiver as adrenaline releases, and my pussy drips with the risk just taken. Did he see me? Am I caught? His smile answers travesti istanbul my question. No, I’m still undetected — just a pretty new customer innocently browsing. Why do I do this? Take unnecessary risks? Well… to date, no man has generated the same level of sexual energy now running rampant through my veins. It’s that indescribable high that I can’t live without. And so, week after week, I risk detection — and even my personal freedom — to steal. With practiced skill and a little luck, I swipe a few more items, evade detection, and casually exit the store. Those first few steps out the door always threaten to push my pussy over the edge. One time, I caved to my arousal and sought release in a filthy alley by the store, not caring a homeless man bore witness to my lewd act. This time, although difficult not to race to the car, I force myself to maintain control, intent on dragging out my sexual release. Inside the car, I grip the steering wheel with both hands for most of the short drive home. At one stop light, though, I indulge the ache between my legs and strum my clit a bit, but I don’t take it too far. I’m determined to draw out this pleasure.
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