The Dressing Room (Erotica)
You ask me to come with you as you go shopping. Being the good boyfriend I am, I agree to hang around while you try on some new clothes. Seeing you try on sexy articles of clothing while shimmying out of your own is doing... things to me. I can't help but take an interest to that, and you notice. You drag me into the dressing room, intent on rewarding me for my patience and care. We make love right there, where anyone could here our muted little moans and gasps. It just spurs us on, the idea of getting caught. Makes the pleasure all the more acute as we ride toward the edge of release... You should take me shopping more often.
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