SPH Experiences: The Checkout Guy
By Matty88. It was one of those dead afternoons at the grocery store, the kind where the fluorescent lights buzzed louder than the customers shuffling through. My register sat smack next to the produce fridges, those massive glass doors humming away, blasting out waves of arctic air that cut right through my uniform pants. The AC was always jacked up in this place, like management thought we were all penguins or something. My little cock had been shriveled
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