Men and women in the fitting room

The woman grabbed the man's hand. "Not here, there are people all over here."

The man ignored her, his other hand persistently reaching under the woman's skirt.

He felt a soft, smooth fabric clinging tightly to her skin. He placed his hand on the wet patch in the center, feeling the tightness and relaxation of her vagina with each step.

"You're all wet," the man whispered in her ear.

The woman blushed, staring at the crowds and the dazzling array of goods around her, her grip on the man's hand tightening.

The man continued his actions, and the woman felt she couldn't hold back any longer. "Let's go to the mall's restroom."

The man smiled. "No, it's too small."

The woman bit her lip, silently trying to drag the man to a stall.

"Excuse me, miss, do you have a fitting room?" the man asked the sales assistant with a smile, pulling the woman close.

The woman's hand was pulled out from under her skirt, and she casually picked up a piece of women's underwear from the shelf.

The sales assistant glanced at the two of them and pointed in a direction, "Under the stairs."

"Oh, is it spacious there?"

"Spacious?" The sales assistant hesitated, and the woman's face flushed again.

"It's nothing, thanks ヾ(o′▽`o)ノ°°"

Under the sales assistant's suspicious gaze, the man turned the woman around, switching the bra to his other hand, and naturally reaching under her skirt.

They reached the fitting room door, opened it—it was a warehouse converted into a fitting room.

"Pretty spacious," the man said, pushing the woman inside and locking the door behind him.

In the darkness, the woman reached for the light switch and turned on the light.

The man pounced on her impatiently, "Baby, I can't hold it in any longer."

The woman was tackled and lay on a pile of unopened clothes.

The man quickly stripped off his own clothes, his massive member erect and menacing. Ignoring the woman's gaze, the man began to undress her completely.

“Oh, baby.” He pulled down the woman’s already soaked panties, smelled them, and stuffed them into his pocket.

“You…”

The woman started to speak, but her mouth was silenced by the man’s. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, his massive member searching for an outlet.

It seemed to have found an opening, and the man thrust his hips, wanting to penetrate deeply.

The woman struggled to squeeze out a few words, “Up there, that’s my chrysanthemum.”

The man chuckled. “I know.”

He propped himself up on his arms, looked at the woman beneath him, a smile on his face, and gently kissed her again.

The man’s lips began to kiss the woman’s mouth, then her neck, lingering on her chest for a long time. Then he continued downwards, licking her flat stomach, then further down, choosing to bypass her overflowing vulva, from her thighs to her knees, and then her feet.

“It tickles—” the woman moaned.

The man no longer hesitated, lowered his head, and kissed the woman’s vulva.

The vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, down to her anus.

The man gently licked it with his tongue, sucking all the fluid into his mouth and swallowing it.

He seemed quite pleased with this "dragon sucking water" technique, continuing to caress the woman's vagina with his tongue.

The man wrapped his tongue around her clitoris, sucking on it as if eating ice cream. He gently inserted his hand into her vagina, where even more fluid flowed out.

The woman moaned softly, and now the man withdrew his finger, inserting his tongue into her vagina. She felt she was about to burst into tears, about to scream.

"Ah, I'm coming!" the woman almost shouted, her vagina contracting intensely. The man's mouth didn't leave her vagina; he continued to stir, covering her mouth with his hand to prevent her from making a sound.

Finally, the woman's orgasm came like a flood, wave after wave, and the man's movements became gentler.

It was over, and the woman lay there, exhausted, unwilling to move.

“Baby, I haven’t even started yet.” The man finally raised his head, climbing upwards and pressing his massive member against the woman’s vulva again.

“Ready to let me in?” The man’s face was almost touching the woman’s.

The woman nodded, her face covered in sweat.

The man kissed the woman’s lips again, but this time, his mouth tasted of her genitals.

At the same time, the man thrust his hips forward, his massive member plunging deep inside.

“Ah.” The woman cried out again.

The man didn’t rush to thrust, but quietly savored the temperature of her vulva. He took the woman’s panties from his pocket and stuffed them into her mouth, afraid she would cry out again.

Once ready, he began to gently thrust in and out.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

“Knock knock knock, is anyone home?” There was a knock on the door.

The man, caught up in the moment, ignored it and continued to fuck the woman hard. The woman slid back and forth against the clothes beneath her as he thrust into her.

“Knock knock knock,” the knocking became more urgent, and the man began to accelerate his thrusts.

Faster and faster.

"Hello, security? The fitting room on the third floor is locked, and there seems to be someone inside," a voice outside said. "Oh, she might be unconscious. Please send someone quickly."

Hearing this, the woman was startled, and another uncontrollable climax came. She didn't care about anything else and tried to push the man away.

The man pulled his huge member out, and the woman's uncontrollable vaginal fluid gushed out, spraying all the way to the man's knees like she had urinated.

The woman took the panties out of her mouth and said, "No need to call anyone, I'm fine, just a little tired."

The man snatched the panties back from the woman. He didn't say anything but gestured for her to continue.

"I'm tired from walking, so I'm looking for a place to rest. It's quieter here."

"Oh." The person outside said "oh," and the footsteps gradually faded away.

The woman struggled to stand up and began to put on her clothes. The man didn't move. He saw that the woman was dressed and pointed to his huge member below her.

"I haven't ejaculated yet," he said like a child.

The woman smiled. "Come home with me, you can do whatever you want."

The man said, "That's great, but—"

"But what?"

"You need to stay moist down there." The man said, starting to put on his clothes.

The woman didn't answer, watching to see what the man was going to do.

"Hehe," the man pulled a remote-controlled vibrator from another pocket. "Put it in."

The woman's face turned red again, and she obediently opened her legs. The man inserted the vibrating little thing.

"The remote is with me." The man waved the small switch in his hand, pressed it, and the vibrator stopped vibrating.

“Come on, let’s go out.” The man said, opening the door.

“Give me my underwear,” the woman said.

“No.”

“Then, this thing of yours—”

“What if it falls out? Then run!”

The man chuckled mischievously, opening the door and pressing a switch.

The vibrator in the woman’s vagina vibrated, buzzing loudly.

“This thing is too loud.” The woman frowned.

“That’s why we need to go somewhere crowded,” the man pulled the woman out of the fitting room, “and we can change the frequency.”

The vibrator in the woman’s vagina changed its vibration frequency, and she strained to keep it from falling out, all while walking around the mall—it was truly agonizing.

The man casually dragged the woman around, looking at shoes, looking at pants. Seeing that the woman was about to give up, he paused the vibration, then turned it back on after a while, repeating this cycle.

The woman finally couldn’t hold on any longer. She suppressed her moans, almost unable to stand, and leaned on the man as she reached her third orgasm.

Her vaginal fluid began to flow down her smooth legs, more and more, until it reached the floor.

Already unsteady on her feet, her ground was now even more slippery with her own vaginal fluid. She looked at the man pleadingly, begging him to stop.

The man was unmoved and instead increased the frequency.

The woman's legs trembled as she tried to slowly squat down.

Just as she was halfway down, the vibrating bullet fell out.

"Snap!" It sounded crisp.

Passersby looked on curiously.

The vibrating bullet, detached from her vagina, vibrated on the floor, the sound amplified.

The woman was filled with shame and hurriedly tried to pick up the bullet.

Her foot slipped, and if the man hadn't caught her, she would have fallen flat on her face.

Although she didn't fall completely, her skirt was lifted up, covering her face. Her smooth genitals were completely exposed, and another gush of vaginal fluid spurted out.

The man also began to panic; he didn't want to make such a big fuss. He dragged the woman and began looking for a place to hide.

The man led the woman to the fire escape stairwell, an emergency exit that was usually deserted.

Watching the woman panting in the darkness on the stair steps, the man felt his erection harden even more.

"Baby, let's not go home, let's stay here, okay?"

The woman looked at the dark stairwell, which didn't seem to be frequently used, and reluctantly agreed.

She turned her back, bent over, and held onto the steps, her buttocks raised high, awaiting the man's pleasure.

The man lifted her skirt and covered her head, making it even darker for her.

Holding her heart-shaped buttocks, the man no longer hesitated, finding the entrance and thrusting in hard.

The woman gasped; after several orgasms, her vagina was even more sensitive, so she closed her eyes and focused on enjoying it.

The man began thrusting rapidly, in and out, in and out, about three hundred times.

He felt his pleasure drawing ever closer, and he gently patted her buttocks.

Suddenly, the alarm blared, and the emergency exit door was pushed open.

Many people rushed in, most of them panicked, shouting, "Fire! Run!"

The man glanced back at the group, but seeing no smoke, he ignored them and continued thrusting into the woman's vagina.

Those who had come in to escape were stunned by this live sex show; they all stopped at the doorway, seemingly forgetting the fire.

"Hey, why aren't you moving?" someone shouted from the back of the crowd, "Are you crazy?"

The woman, overwhelmed with shame, struggled to get up, but the man, still thrusting into her, said, "Don't get up. If you do, your face will be exposed. Right now, only your ass is showing; they won't know who you are."

Hearing this, the woman stopped struggling and resigned herself to fate.

"We're blocking their way," the man said, "Let's move."

He thrust forward, his massive member penetrating even deeper.

The woman, not caring about anything else, slowly climbed the steps in the man's direction.

The two, still inside each other, slowly moved to the corner of the stairs, now standing at the same height. As soon as the woman reached out to hold onto the wall and found her footing, the man began thrusting again.

As the man thrust in and out, he turned back and shouted to the stunned crowd, "You guys go first, we'll leave as soon as we're done."

A commotion arose in the crowd, but ultimately everyone decided that escaping was the priority. They approached and headed for the exit.

The man continued his relentless thrusting, each stroke aimed directly at her core. The woman, no longer able to restrain herself, cried out wildly, "Harder! Harder! Fuck me to death!"

"Not hard enough?" the man yelled back, increasing his speed. His engorged testicles slapped against the woman's clitoris with each thrust, causing her to gasp and experience another orgasm.

By this time, the mall was almost empty.

After an unknown amount of time, the man roared, his massive member plunging deep into the woman's vagina, ejaculating a thick stream of semen at her cervix.

His penis softened, and after a few more reluctant thrusts, he finally withdrew.

More people came up the stairs. The woman struggled to her feet, her skirt falling down to cover her swollen, red vulva.

The men were firefighters, all fully equipped.

The man watched them, pretending nothing was amiss.

"Comrades, evacuate quickly! Don't stay here!" a firefighter shouted as he ran.

"Okay, okay," the man replied, pulling the woman away.

"Hey," the woman said shyly, clinging to the man's arm, "let's go pick up what we dropped."

The man chuckled. "No need, we're going to play with your little chrysanthemum when we get home."

[The End]

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