
The girls pile into the kebab shop reeking of sweat and perfume, stomachs rumbling as hard as their cunts. Behind the counter, the counter guy is stupid hot, and when they ask when he clocks off he says half an hour. They order three kebabs, slide into a booth, legs spread under the sticky table, watching him flip meat and lock the door when the lights go out. He pulls the girl who asked onto a table first, drags her knickers aside, shoves inside with three hard strokes while her best mate holds her ankles. The second girl sits on his face and rides, juices running into his mouth, greasy paper smearing under their arses. They switch places, fuck on every flat surface until the whole shop stinks of spunk and hot sauce. He finally pulls out, dishes up a family tray of fresh chips, still steaming, kisses each of them goodbye. She wonders, chewing, why getting fucked always makes the hunger worse.
The girls pile into the kebab shop reeking of sweat and perfume, stomachs rumbling as hard as their cunts. Behind the counter, the counter guy is stupid hot, and when they ask when he clocks off he says half an hour. They order three kebabs, slide into a booth, legs spread under the sticky table, watching him flip meat and lock the door when the lights go out. He pulls the girl who asked onto a table first, drags her knickers aside, shoves inside with three hard strokes while her best mate holds her ankles. The second girl sits on his face and rides, juices running into his mouth, greasy paper smearing under their arses. They switch places, fuck on every flat surface until the whole shop stinks of spunk and hot sauce. He finally pulls out, dishes up a family tray of fresh chips, still steaming, kisses each of them goodbye. She wonders, chewing, why getting fucked always makes the hunger worse.