Honey Blossom

Honey's pissed. Her sleazy husband spent their money on pornos and now the store won't give cash back—just lousy store credit. The clerk waves a few gadgets in her face but she's not buying it. Fine, he tells her, how about a private booth instead? She scowls, but she’s leaving here with something, damn it. Inside the dim stall she starts the flick and the sight of that actress slurping cock lights a fuse. Honey’s hand slips between her legs without permission, rubbing fast while the dirty floor creaks under her shoes. What’s he gonna do, the cheating prick? Complain? Then a fat dick pokes through the wall. Honey stares, smirks, and drops to her knees. She swallows the whole length until her lips kiss the filthy panel, gagging wet and loud. Every bob of her head drags thick strings of spit to the floor. When the load hits her tongue she gulps it down, not a single drip wasted. Door creaks open, clerk grins: “One more credit left, sweetheart.” Honey wipes her chin and smiles like Christmas came early.