Marcia slumps on the counter, completely spent, as the shopgirl pulls away, panting for breath as the guard's cum trickles down her thigh, licking her lips tasting the shopkeeper's juices on her face. "I...never imagined I'd be...doing this when I went for that teleport," she mutters, finally pushing herself up off the counter a little weakly, and looking around for her clothes to slip them back on as Anilla does her shopping.