It's late at night at the sex shop you work at. Right before closing, a large-breasted curvy and big butt woman strides in towards you. You can see how upset she is. "I am here to return this piece of shit! It just doesn't work!" She points at you with her massive breasts jiggling "Also, I demand to speak to your manager! I am a paying customer and I deserve the best service! This is unacceptable!" Karen looks at you impatiently waiting for your answer. Her eyes dart back and forth as if she's trying to hide something

"This damn vibrator! It doesn't even turn on! I was so excited to use it and now look at this!" She wiggles the dildo in your face and sighs heavily, her cleavage trembling as she does so. "I can't believe I wasted my money on such a piece of shit." Her eyes narrow suspiciously and she leans in closer, lowering her voice slightly. "And you know what? Your manager better make this right or there will be trouble."

"Well excuse me! I was in a hurry and didn't realize that! How am I supposed to know? You should have made it more clear!" Her cheeks flush red with anger as she continues. "And another thing, why isn't there a charger included? I had to buy my own just for this piece of junk! This whole situation is absolutely unacceptable." She crosses her arms over her ample chest, glaring at you impatiently.

"Well I didn't see it!" she practically yells at you. "And even if I did, why would I want to read all that boring text when I just wanted to buy a toy?" Her breathing becomes slightly labored and her nipples harden underneath her blouse. "I need this fixed right now. I don't have time for your excuses."

She glares at you, daring you to make another comment. Her hands move unconsciously towards her hips as she stands there fuming.

"Hmph." She snatches up the batteries and slams them into the vibrator, then turns it on with a smirk. "I'll be damned..." She looks at you slyly as the toy hums to life, then quickly turns back to inspect her purchase. Her expression softens a bit and she lets out a slow, contented breath. "Well... I guess that's fixed." With another huff, she hands the vibrator back to you, looking less angry now.

"Fine," she says grudgingly. "I'll take my business elsewhere from now on..." Her voice trails off and she seems suddenly uncertain. She licks her lips nervously and glances at you again before finally mustering the courage to continue speaking. "But... since this is all settled, would you maybe... want to try it out together? You know, just to make sure it works?"

Hesitantly at first, then growing more confident with each word, she continues, "Well... you're very handsome and I can tell we have some chemistry here tonight. If you wanted to, maybe we could go to the back room or even the stockroom? I promise it won't take long and no one will know." Her eyes flutter shut as if imagining the two of them together, her body growing hot with desire at the thought.

With a nod and a grin, she agrees to your proposition. "Alright then, suit yourself. Just make sure you hurry up; I'm anxious to see what this thing can really do!" She winks cheekily before turning on her heel and heading for the exit, giving you an enticing view of her rounded ass as she does so. Once outside, she paces impatiently by a nearby car, waiting for your signal that it's safe to approach.

Her cheeks flush and her breath hitches at your crude yet dirty words. "Oh really? Well then I'm sure you won't mind when I tell you that I want it all..." She steps closer to the car, her body swaying with each movement, as if teasingly daring you to come to her. Her nipples are hard and visible through her blouse, aching for your touch. "I want you to make me feel so good tonight, darling... Give it all to me."

Her eyes widen with desire and she lets out a soft moan as you climb into the car beside her. Her fingers dig into the leather seat, holding on for dear life as she anticipates what's to come. "Take off your clothes," she demands breathlessly, her hands moving upwards to undo your shirt buttons with expert precision. "I want to see every inch of you... taste you..." She trails off, her tongue dancing across her lips suggestively as she imagines having you fully exposed before her.

Her eyes flash with lust and she roughly pushes you down onto the seat, climbing on top of you. "We don't have to wait until we get there," she whispers, straddling your lap with her soft, rounded thighs. "I want it now..." Her fingers find the buttons on your shirt and start tugging at them impatiently, determined to bare your skin and feel you against her as soon as possible. The heady scent of desire fills the car, intensifying with each passing second.

Her breasts bounce temptingly above you as she works to undress you, her nipples hard and aching for contact. "Please," she breathes out, her voice barely a whisper now. "I need this so bad..." Her fingers are trembling with need, but somehow manage to finish the task at hand, exposing your chest to the cool night air. With a satisfied

Her eyes dart between your exposed chest and the vibrator in her hand as she contemplates what to do first. "You're right," she agrees, still straddling you but now holding the toy lower, pressing it against her wet folds. "We shouldn't waste any time." She moves slowly, guiding the tip of the vibrator upwards until it nestles against her clit. The sensation is almost too much for her to bear; she groans loudly as waves of pleasure wash over her body.

She begins to rock her hips, grinding down onto the vibrator in a frenzied rhythm that mirrors the motion of your hands on her breasts. With every thrust, she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm - an orgasm that she knows will be even better now that you're here with her. Her moans fill the car, growing l

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you take control of the vibrator, thrusting it expertly against her aching clit. Her hips buck and writhe underneath you, desperate for more as she feels herself hovering on the brink of orgasm. "Fuck..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back to press deeper into your touch. Her eyes roll back in her head, revealing a moment of pure pleasure before snapping back to meet yours with a hunger that takes your breath away.

She bites down on her lower lip and focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, feeling herself grow increasingly needy and desperate for release. With each thrust of your hand and movement of your fingers against her breast, she feels another inch of control slipping further from her grasp. But somehow, this only makes it hotter, more intense - an experience unlike anything she

Gasping for breath, she sits up and quickly finds her clothes strewn about the car. With trembling hands, she grabs her blouse and shoves it back on before starting the engine with a nervous laugh. "Sorry about that... I guess I got carried away." She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye as she pulls onto the road, your scent still lingering in her nostrils from their previous encounter.

Her body feels warm and achy all over, and a persistent throbbing between her legs only serves to remind her how much fun you two had back there. "So," she says finally, forcing herself to meet your gaze in the rearview mirror, "want to try it with me again soon?" Her expression is half-serious, half-teasing as she bites down on her lip and awaits your response.

With a soft moan, she reaches back and undoes the buttons on her blouse, revealing her perfectly round breasts once more. Her fingers dip into her cleavage, caressing one nipple before pinching it hard between her thumb and forefinger, causing another shiver to run down her spine. "I might have to make you earn that..." She trails off, her voice coming out raspy from the exertion of their previous encounter.

The car speeds down the road as Karen continues to tease herself with the thought of what might happen when they finally reach her place. Her body is growing increasingly needy and she can't help but wonder how long it will be until she gets another taste of you.

Her breath catches at the image you paint for her. "Mmm... that sounds perfect..." She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan, imagining herself in just such a position, waiting eagerly for your touch to make her feel alive once more. Her fingers dig into the steering wheel, fighting the urge to just reach back and pleasure herself now instead of wasting time driving.

But soon enough, they're pulling up outside her place - a tastefully decorated house with soft lighting and soothing music playing in the background. She glances over at you out of the corner of her eye as she kills the engine, grinning widely despite herself. "Welcome to my humble abode," she purrs, undoing her seatbelt with shaking hands."You just make yourself comfortable while I go and grab some wine... unless you'd like something else?" Her tone is suggestive as she

With a mischievous grin, she climbs out of the car and saunters around to the trunk, retrieving a bottle of wine before shimmying out of her skirt. "Maybe just a little wine, then?" She winks at you over her shoulder as she steps up onto the porch, her naked body on full display beneath the starlit sky. Her fingers fumble with the cork as she turns back towards you again, unable to tear her eyes away from your hungry gaze. "Or perhaps... something else entirely?" She sets down the bottle with a soft thud and tilts her head to the side, biting her bottom lip in anticipation.

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing with interest. "Oh, really?" she says playfully, already starting to pour the wine over her breasts and belly. The liquid flows smoothly down her curves, leaving a trail of liquid heat in its wake as it collects at her navel. Her fingers brush against her aching clit, sending shivers down her spine. "How does this feel?" she asks coyly, tilting her head back to expose her neck and waiting for your response.

Her breath hitches as you step forward, the heat from your body enveloping her naked form. She arches her back instinctively, offering herself up to you like a sacrifice on an altar of desire. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into your shoulders as you tower over her. "I need this so badly."

"Oh gods..." she moans as you begin to lick the wine from her skin. Her hips writhe in helpless desire, her body craving your touch more than anything else in the world at this moment. The warmth of your tongue against her sensitive flesh sends shards of pleasure racing through her veins, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. With each lap of your tongue across her skin, she feels herself growing wetter and needier; her orgasm drawing ever closer with every passing second.

Her fingers clutch at the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and off in a desperate bid for more contact between you two. She arches her back further still, offering herself completely to you as she throws caution to the wind and surrenders fully to this exquisite torment. Her lips part slightly as another moan escapes her throat; louder this time - an animalistic sound born

Her eyes widen in surprise and then darken with desire as you utter those words, her breath hitching in anticipation. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making it impossible for her to maintain any semblance of composure or control. "Mother?" she repeats huskily, tilting her head back further to meet your gaze. "Is that what you want...? To make me yours?" Her fingers trail down over her stomach, towards the wetness between her legs, teasingly close but never quite touching.

Her body trembles with need as she awaits your response, every nerve ending on fire and screaming for release. With each gentle lap of your tongue against her skin, she feels herself growing closer to the edge; ready to fall over it any second now if you keep this up much longer. But deep down inside, there's part of her that wonders

"Oh... really?" she asks breathily, her cheeks flushing in the darkness. The thought of being yours - totally and completely under your control - sends a shiver down her spine. She bites down on her lip, forcing herself to remain still as you continue to lavish attention upon her body with your lips and tongue. "Maybe... maybe I could be that for you..."

Her hips begin to move of their own accord now, rocking up into your touch in tiny little thrusts that seem designed to push herself even closer towards the brink of orgasm. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as she feels her control slipping further and further away with each passing second. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing. "Don't stop... don't stop now..."

Her words are punctuated by another tremor that

Her body tenses as the sensations build to an almost unbearable level inside her. "Yes..." she breathes out, tears streaming down her face from the intensity of it all. "I'll be yours... I'll do anything you want..." She arches her back one final time, a scream ripping through her as waves of pleasure wash over her in an explosive orgasm that leaves her shuddering and spent on the floor at your feet.

Her eyes flutter shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control of herself. "Th-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. Her fingers tremble against your skin, almost hesitant to touch you for fear that it was all just a dream.

But deep down, she knows it wasn't; the feel of you inside

Her eyes fly open at the sensation of your hot length against her face and she gasps in surprise before licking it eagerly, tasting the salty mixture of wine and yourself on her tongue. Her fingers curl around your shaft, feeling its impressive length and girth as she begins to stroke up and down, drawing another moan from deep within you.

The warmth of the wine pouring over both of them creates a slickness that only heightens their pleasure; it feels like they're joined together in a steamy, intimate embrace. Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against your hand as she works herself into another intense orgasm, her body shuddering with release as she cries out your name.

Afterwards, spent and satisfied, she looks up at you through hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed with desire and pleasure. "Thank you," she whispers hoars

Her eyes widen in surprise as you turn on the vibrator and place it against her slick folds, its buzz filling the room with a warm hum. She gasps and arches her back, grinding down onto the toy instinctively, already aching for release again. "Oh my... please don't stop..." she whispers breathlessly, fingers digging into your shoulders as her hips move in rhythm with the vibrations, her body trembling with need beneath you.

The taste of wine and desire lingers on their lips as they kiss hungrily, their tongues dancing together while their bodies writhe in unison against the carpet. Her nails scratch lightly at your back, leaving little pinpricks of pain that only serve to heighten her arousal, making her crave more and deeper contact with you. "I never knew..." she pants between kisses, "it could be

this good... with you..." Her body tenses as another orgasm builds inside her, pressing against the edge of her consciousness like a wave about to crash. With a loud cry, she arches her back and comes apart underneath you, her inner muscles tightening rhythmically around the vibrator and your hand as pleasure washes over her in a blissful wave that leaves her feeling utterly spent and more than satisfied.

Her eyes drift closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings once more, her fingers curling lazily into the carpet beside her head. She feels weightless and utterly drained, but strangely content; as if everything she's ever wanted or needed was right here with you, underneath these sheets.

With a sigh, she nuzzles closer to you, taking comfort in the warmth of your skin against hers.

Her cheeks flush at your words, and she smiles softly up at you. "I suppose it's because I'm always such a handful," she teases with a grin before yawns. With a contented sigh, she snuggles closer to you, her breath tickling the skin beneath your ear as she drifts off into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Around them, the house grows quiet and still; the only sound the soft whispers of their shared dreams and the gentle rise and fall of their bare chests against one another. The taste of wine and desire lingers in the air, like an afterimage of their passionate encounter burned into the fabric of reality itself. And as they sleep, wrapped safely in each other's arms, neither of them can imagine ever wanting or needing anything more.