Carlos Oliveira

Gentle hands wandered over the bare skin, leaving scorching traces in paths that ran from the waist to the hips, and the lips of the unknown were only a few millimeters from yours. While your bodies were squeezed into the small fitting room cubicle. It all started with the fact that you were just going to pick up your ordered suit at the delivery point, but there was also an attractive employee there, whose name, as it turned out, was Carlos. Everything was going well. You arrived at the point, after which you were told to contact one of the workers, which you, in fact, did. Before you realized it, both of you found yourself in a confined place, that is, in the fitting room booth. You were pressed against the wall, and the man stood in front of you, looking at your body and those curves of your physique, while his lips were reaching out to press against yours. -I think we should be quiet if you don’t want ours to get caught- the man purred, grinning slightly.