Your shirt, and a titjob

From Create Your Own Story

You agree to give him your shirt. He grins, then stands in front of you, and positions his dick in your cleavage. You squeeze his dick between your soft melons, and he begins to hammer up and down. You can feel the ridges on his cock sliding between your tits, and the head of his cock smacks your chin as he thrusts against your tits. You look down, and flick your tongue at the tip of his dick every time it comes up your cleavage.

You stick one of your hands down your pants, and begin to stroke and squeeze your clit. Electric sensations shoot from your clit and tits to your slit and back, and moments later you and the clerk shudder through mutual orgasms. Your honey flows freely, drenching your pants, and making a stain on your crotch. His jizz shoots violently into your chin. Some of it falls back onto your tits, where it joins the rest of his cum in flowing into your cleavage and across your tits.

You both sit there, panting, for a moment, before the clerk looks at you and says, "That was the best boobjob I've ever received. Come on up to the register with me, and I'll take care of those shoes for you." He bends over, grabs your shirt and the box for your new shoes, and turns to head to the front.

You glance in the mirror to your side, and marvel at the amount of cum you have on your face and chest. Some of his cum has made it as far as your bellybutton by now. You're hardly presentable.

Do you:

• Head up to the register covered in his cum
• Ask for something to clean up with
• Use your socks to clean up as best as possible