Black man in plaid shorts pleasures 29 year old white woman at a grape soda factory

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It was a hot summer day in the middle of July when Bob and Sarah stepped onto the production floor at the Grape Soda Factory. Bob, a 70-year-old black man with a bushy white beard, was wearing his usual attire - plaid shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and a faded trucker hat that read "Grape Stomper" in bold letters. His mouth hung open as he gazed around at the rows of gleaming machinery, his eyes bulging out from behind thick, black-rimmed glasses.

Sarah, on the other hand, was a stunning 29-year-old white woman with short dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. She wore yellow silk lingerie that seemed to glow in the fluorescent lighting, complete with a lacey plaid bra and an orange thong that made her look like she just stepped out of a 1970s disco. Bob couldn't help but stare at her as she walked confidently towards him, her long legs striding across the floor.

"Hey there, old man!" Sarah called out, giving Bob's arm a playful pat on the way by. "You ready to get your grape juice fix?"

Bob chuckled, his eyes never leaving Sarah's lithe form. "Oh, you know it! I'm always ready for some grape soda!"

As they made their way through the factory, Bob couldn't help but notice how out of place he looked among the whirring machines and bustling production lines. But Sarah seemed to fit right in, effortlessly navigating the crowded floor with a smile on her face.

The two models posed for photos on the factory floor, surrounded by towering vats of bubbling grape soda and gleaming stainless steel equipment. Bob's mouth remained open throughout, his eyes wide with wonder as he gazed at Sarah from every angle.

As the photo shoot came to an end, Bob turned to Sarah with a grin on his face. "You know, I never thought I'd be posing for photos in a grape soda factory," he said, chuckling.

Sarah leaned in close, her voice low and husky. "Well, you're not just any model, Bob," she whispered. "You're the king of the Grape Stompers!"

With that, she gave Bob's arm another playful pat, and together they walked off into the bright sunlight, surrounded by the sweet aroma of grape soda wafting through the air.

The two models left behind a trail of laughter and conversation as they made their way back to the dressing room. They had finished their photo shoot and were now ready for a break.

As Bob and Sarah sat down at a table in the factory's cafeteria, Bob couldn't help but stare at Sarah again. "You know," he said, his voice low and thoughtful. "I never thought I'd be working alongside someone as beautiful as you."

Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And I have to say, old man," she replied. "You're not too shabby yourself."

Bob grinned back at her, feeling a warmth in his heart that he hadn't felt in years. Maybe this modeling thing wasn't so bad after all.

The two models clinked their grape soda glasses together and took a sip, savoring the sweet taste of success - both on and off the set.