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He held the foot tightly in his sweaty hands, wishing he could just pull her down onto the floor, to slide her leather skirt up her hips so he could bury his thick cock in her steaming cunt. He could tell the slut wanted it, considering the way she was dressed and the looks she'd been giving him since she walked into the store. But fucking the customers was generally a bad idea. Bob settled for what he could easily get, and bent his head between her long legs. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her intoxicating musk.