Marc with a “C” came into the bakery at the end of the day. He caught my eye, and I gave him a little wave to let him know I’d be with him in a moment. Meanwhile, my heart was pounding and my pussy was wet.

I knew he was single, and I knew he was interested. Every time I’d flirted with him, he’d turned redder than red. Such a shy guy.

“Halloween cupcakes!” he said enthusiastically, pointing to the ones I’d decorated with jack-o-lanterns, witches and black cats.

“Yep, carrot cake inside.”

He cocked an eyebrow and said, “My favorite.”

“I know,” I said, pushing my tits out so they nearly rested on the countertop. It was just us in the store, so I saw no harm in displaying my wares.

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