Johnny lifts you up against the counter, his hands sliding up your bare thighs.
You're already in your underwear, the glass walls of the cafe putting you on full display if someone were to look inside. Johnny shows no sign of stopping though, his apron discarded to the side, shirt half tucked and half unbuttoned. His hands squeezing you.
His hair falls over his eyes when he leans in, groaning into your mouth as you reach to fumble with his belt, hurriedly slipping them off his waist. His arms snake around your waist, pulling your hips to the edge. The hard bulge in his work pants grinding down onto your clothed pussy, sending electricity coursing through your veins.
"Johnny... I need you now." His hard pants fill the silence, hips repeatedly rocking into you and it fuels the heat between your thighs. Moaning into your mouth as he quickens his pace, dry humping you against the counter where he had been serving customers a few hours ago.
It felt so wrong, it felt so good.
"Johnny, please." You grasp at his shirt, pulling out the ends from his pants, hand slipping down the front.
"We have to wait, when we get home." He groans when your fingers stroke over his length, your mouth drooling at the size of him. His hands find your pussy, fingers moving your panties to the side, slipping two fingers in your wet heat. "Shit."
Despite his words, he shoos your hands away, unzipping his pants and kicking them off. "Quickly." You whine softly, sliding your panties off too, feeling the cool surface against your ass.
Leaning back onto your elbows, you spread your legs open for him, Johnny licking his lips at the sight of your arousal dripping from your entrance.
"You're so pretty for me baby, open and bare for me after hours. I'm going to give you what you deserve, okay? So take it like the good girl that you are.
