Shut In

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” whispered Julie into Damien’s ear as she leant in. Not being able to do anything in the middle of the mall, Damien could do nothing about it except say, “Prove it.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I really would,” Damien sighed. Seeing his dejected face, Julie hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drove her hips into his, and pressed her chest against his. After a while, she leant back, which furthermore pushed her pelvis against him. “So what do you want to do, Damien?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Oh, but I do.” And with that, he pushed his semi-hard cock against her. Smiling, Julie let go of her grip on Damien, and he mirrored this action.

Taking Damien’s hand, Julie led him to the elevators. When the door opened, they made themselves cozy in a corner. “Where are we going,” Damien questioned. Julie looked at him and smirked. “Nowhere.” Confused, Damien just stood there. He felt something brush against his cock. Assuming it was another passenger, he rightly adjusted himself as to make sure there was nothing rubbing against his dick. He felt it again. So he moved again. After feeling it one last time, he looked down only to find Julie’s hand to be the culprit. Grinning, he relaxed and let Julie do her thing.

After having gone up all eight floors and back down to the first floor again, both Julie and Damien left the elevator and made their way to H&M. The changing rooms were on the second floor of the shop, so they both took the escalator up. With Julie in front of him, Damien tried to peak up her dress. However, his efforts came to no avail as she was too close to him and the dress was too long.

Damien brushed his hand past Julie’s leg as they both got off the escalator. For some reason, this sent a tingling sensation through Julie. Grabbing his hand, Julie rapidly led Damien to the changing room on the other side of the store that no one really knew about. She opened the door. He followed her in. He closed the door behind them. He pushed her legs apart. He shoved two of his fingers up her dripping pussy. Letting out a moan, Julie whispered, “I want more.” Smirking, Damien just drove his fingers in and out of her, slowly. Torturing her. “More, Damien. I want more.” Shoving his fingers even harder into her just once, she exasperatedly soughed. “Damien, stop. I mean. Go. But more. Stop with this.” “You mean stop with this,” he questioned as he pulled his fingers out from her.

Frustrated, Julie swiftly undid Damien’s belt and pulled his pants down. “No underwear,” she raised an eyebrow. “No,” he said. “We made a deal.” Grinning, Julie led Damien’s hard cock into her warm, soaked pussy. He kissed her hard to prevent her pleasureful sighs from escaping. Lightly clawing his back, Julie rocked her body in rhythm with Damien’s. He gently slammed her against the wall, sporadically. As they got faster, and closer to orgasming, he started to steadily bang away at her. With one last heavy, hard hip-thrust, he covered her mouth as he blew his load into her whilst she moaned and then sighed out.