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𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

the restaurant is starting to close. there are only 2 more tables that are finishing up dinner. i walk over to table 3, "would you guys like me to grab you the bill?" i ask. stokeley puts his fork down, "sure, could i also get another beer?" stokeley knows i don't tell him to stop drinking every time he comes to the restaurant, but he uses it as an excuse to talk to me.

i go back to the bar and tell the bartender to pour another pint of beer as i add it to their bill. i print out the bill and put it on a small tray with 4 mints. i grab the beer on my way back to table 3 and place it on their table. "could we get a machine?" one of the guys ask. "sure!" i respond and get the debit machine.

i place punch in their bill amount and then set it on the table. another waitress comes up behind me and places a hand on my back, "here, i got it. just help clean up the bar." i walk back to the bar and wash all the glasses.

stokeley comes over to the bar with a smirk on his face. "what is it, stokeley?" i ask. i walk from behind the bar and pick of the tray with the dishes that are going to the storage room. stokeley bites his lip, "i don't think i can wait for you to come home." i walk to the storage room with stokeley following behind me.

"you can't come back here." i lightly push his back. he ignores what i said and follows me inside. i put the tray on one of the shelves and i hear the door lock. i look behind me and stokeley walks towards me while undoing his belt and zipper. "what are you doing?" i ask in a whisper.

"i told you, i couldn't wait for you to come home." stokeley backs me up into the wall and rips open my shirt, revealing my bra. "stokeley!" i still whisper, "i needed this shirt for work." stokeley chuckles and bites his lip when he cups my boobs. he then brings his hands to my skirt and lifts it up. he pulls my panties to the floor and pulls his dick out of his pants.

he places his hand on my clit while stroking his dick in his other hand. he slides two fingers inside me and smiles, "you're already wet." stokeley lifts one leg up and puts his dick inside me. "oh my- fuck!" i moan. he lifts the other leg up and holds me up against the wall. he slowly slides out and then rams his dick back in. stokeley moans and bites his bottom lip again. i burry my face in his shoulder as i hold onto his shoulders.

stokeley picks up the pace as i moan in his ear. all i can hear is our skin slapping against each other as we both pant and moan quietly. suddenly stokeley gets louder, "ah- fuck!" stokeley rams his dick inside me repeatedly until i feel his dick twitch inside of me and he stops. he breathes heavily in my ear and then kisses me.

stokeley lets me down gently and i feel his cum drip out of me. he pulls his pants back up and hands me a roll of paper towel. "so how am i supposed to leave with a ripped shirt?" i ask while pulling my skirt down and putting my panties back on. stokeley takes off his sweatshirt and hands it to me, "just wear this." i roll my eyes and then kiss him.