Chapter 960

Chapter 960: Chapter 960

Half an hour had passed and still no one had come in or out. We were bored out of our minds. I was sitting on the small stool Layla normally used to reach the higher shelves, scrolling through my phone just to kill time. She was doing the same behind the desk, though every few seconds she’d glance over at me with that guilty look she couldn’t quite hide.

"They’re really late, huh?"

"Yep." She sighed. "God, I should’ve just refused."

"Two hundred bucks is two hundred bucks." I smiled. "I’d have taken the money too."

The empty pizza boxes sat between us, one on the desk in front of her, the other on the floor under my stool. We’d finished every slice.

Then, out of nowhere, a knock sounded at the door.

I stood up and opened it.

A man and a woman stepped inside. The guy looked ordinary enough; jeans, hoodie, camera bag over one shoulder. The woman, though... she was dressed for the part. A short, tight skirt that barely covered anything, a thin top with no bra underneath, and a light jacket left completely unzipped so the outline of her nipples and the soft curve of her breasts were impossible to miss. She had the kind of body that looked like it had been chosen specifically for this kind of video.

"Yo," the man said, looking past me. "Where’s Layla?"

"Come in." Layla smiled from behind the desk. "You guys are late."

"Sorry," the woman replied, voice light. "The traffic’s just terrible. You know how the city is."

Layla clapped her hands once. "Well, we’ll stay out of your way then. You already paid for three of the toys."

"Can we keep them on the shelves?" the man asked. "Like we’re just picking stuff up randomly and playing with it?"

"Absolutely. Let me show you which shelves you can use."

Layla stood and walked over to them. I leaned back against the edge of the desk and watched her for a moment, then my eyes drifted to the woman. While her partner was facing Layla, the woman glanced over, caught me looking, and gave a small, playful wave. I waved back once and crossed my arms.

A minute later Layla returned and sat down again. To stay out of any possible shot I dragged my stool behind the desk and sat beside her.

"They’re doing it?" I asked quietly.

"Yup. Said they’d start in a minute."

From where we sat we could only see part of the couple through the gaps between shelves. The man lifted his phone and started recording. The woman picked up a thick dildo from one of the displays, looked around the empty shop like she was afraid someone might walk in, then slowly ran her tongue along the side of it.

Layla and I watched in silence.

She leaned a little closer so our voices wouldn’t carry. "She’s really going at it, huh?" she whispered, eyes fixed on the aisle.

"Yeah," I murmured back. "Didn’t think they’d jump straight into the toys like that."

Out in the narrow space between the shelves the woman had hiked her short skirt up around her hips. She pressed the thick dildo against her cunt and rubbed the head slowly up and down her slit, spreading her own wetness. A soft, shaky breath left her. Then she lined it up and pushed. The toy sank in with a wet sound we could just barely hear. She started riding it with the slow rolls of her hips, one hand braced on the shelf for balance while the other held the base of the dildo steady.

Her partner kept the phone steady, filming every movement. The front of his jeans was already tented hard. He shifted his stance once, then again, clearly aching.

Layla’s breathing had changed beside me. I glanced down. Her hand was moving under the edge of the desk, the outline of her fingers pressing and circling against the front of her pants. She wasn’t even looking at me, her eyes were locked on the couple, lips slightly parted.

Shit.

A soft UI window flickered at the edge of my vision.

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SC QUEST AVAILABLE

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Lick Layla’s pussy

Reward: 90 SC

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Ninety SC. Not huge, but not nothing either. And right now, with her already touching herself and the air thick with the sounds coming from the other aisle, the timing felt almost deliberate.

I dragged my stool closer until my chest brushed her back. Layla jumped a little, hand freezing mid-motion. She twisted to look at me, eyes wide. I lifted a finger and pressed it gently against my lips quietly.

She stared at me, cheeks already pink.

I leaned in until my mouth was right beside her ear.

"E-Evan... what are you..."

"You can push me away if you want and I’ll stop," I whispered. "But right now, Layla... when I have a gorgeous woman like you in front of me, already playing with herself... I just can’t hold back."

A tiny, shaky moan slipped out of her. She didn’t push me away.

I reached around, unbuckled her pants, and eased the zipper down. The fabric was already warm. My hand slid inside, past the waistband of her panties, and found her. She was soaked, slick and swollen, the soft folds parting easily under my fingers. I rubbed slow circles over her clit, feeling it twitch against the pad of my finger.

Layla’s head tipped back against my shoulder. Her pregnant belly rose and fell with each careful breath she tried to keep quiet. Out in the aisle the woman was still riding the dildo, hips rolling deeper now, soft wet sounds drifting over to us. Her partner’s breathing had grown heavier. A moment later she dropped to her knees in front of him, yanked his jeans open, and took his cock into her mouth. The wet, rhythmic sound of her sucking filled the quiet shop.

I kept rubbing Layla, two fingers now sliding lower, gathering more of her wetness before returning to her clit. She was so sensitive, every slow circle made her thighs tense. Her hand came up and gripped my forearm, not to stop me, just to hold on.

"Evan..." she breathed, barely audible.

"You’re so wet already," I whispered against her ear. "Watching them got you like this? Or was it just sitting here with me?"