Derek quickly dressed, then scooped up the naked, leaking Stiles into his strong arms. Her body was still dripping — fruit juice, her own cream, and his cum running down her thighs. She whimpered softly against his chest as he carried her out of the grocery store, completely exposed under the night lights.

As they passed the counter, Stiles glanced back and saw the old man on his knees, eagerly licking her juices and the crushed fruit pulp straight off the floor. The filthy sight made her pussy clench hard around nothing. A slutty moan escaped her lips.