Clandestine (Deluxe Expanded Edition)

To perform an act so forbidden and so illicit sure gives you an adrenaline rush.

The shirt is torn, stray threads hanging off the tear, giving you a window to suck on those nipples. Yuna moans and writhes in the tiny space between you and the dressing room mirror—a melody to your ears, so pliant. Your hands knead her breasts gently—so malleable between your fingers. Her hands ruffle your hair; trying to make sense of the risque situation that she finds herself in, all while saying your name like a goddamn prayer.

“Babe, I haven’t paid for the shirt yet.”

And you pause.

Fuck.

You flip the tag hanging off the back of the shirt. The number thirty-nine and ninety-nine are printed on it—definitely too expensive for a rag. Your payrolls won’t be out until the end of the month. Is it four days?

“Uniqlo won’t let us hide it, right?”

Yuna nods, biting her finger with a rotation on her wrists. Her eyes avoid yours. “They’ll make us return it at the counter before we leave the section.”

It’s a sunk-cost fallacy should you decide to continue fucking her senseless in this dressing room. You can just put her clothes back on and leave the store immediately, but her pussy is definitely making you act unwise.

“Fuck it.”

You flip her body around, as she lands on the mirror with her hands. Yuna gasps softly at your strength despite you being the shorter one. Her plump ass is sitting just in front of your cock. Her back arches slightly, pushing her cheeks into your bulge. You’ve always loved this part of her—when she’s so pliable, so accommodating like this.

“Naughty girl.”

“Just for you,” and a giddy giggle escapes Yuna’s lips.

You push yourself into Yuna further, squeezing her in the tight space between you and the mirror. Yuna moans softly at the act, hands moving down to undo her tight jeans. Your bulge is raging inside your pants as you fumble with your leather belt.

“Struggling with your pants?” Yuna quips, wiggling her ass against your crotch. A shock shoots through you.

“Fucking hell, Yuna,” you growl quietly in the confines of the dressing room, consciously trying to keep the volume low. Your belt comes off, eventually, as her pants fall down to the floor, revealing that curvy, juicy ass you’ve buried your face into countless times. She has no fucking reason to be this hot, really.

You hastily unzip your pants before freeing your cock from the fabric cage of your boxers. You’re already hard, so fucking hard. She shimmies her panties down her slender legs, and her pussy is freed. She’s already wet, so fucking wet.

Just for you.

“Put it in my pussy already,” Yuna rasps, hands finding your cock sitting just behind her. She fails, though, and you have to guide them to it.

Yuna pulls you by your cock towards her wet, glistening cunt. It’s always heavenly, really, to enter her body with your hardness like this. She’s unbelievably tight. It’s as if she’s constantly trying to drain the soul out of your body, and you can’t help but to moan softly as the pleasure shoots through you.

“Fuck, it’s so big, baby,” Yuna whines, letting go of your cock for your hips to do the work. “Always stretching me out so well.”

You push into her until you’re at the hilt, her ass pressed against your thighs. Her cheek is pressed against the mirror. The surface becomes foggy with her hot breaths every time she exhales.

“Can’t believe you’re this tight too, baby.” Your hands interlock with hers on the mirror as you pull your hips back, ready to ram yourself back into her again.

“You look pretty like this—so pliable,” you say, before you thrust your cock back into her again. You two moan in tandem. Her body trembles at the sheer force of your penetration, sucking in the air through her teeth as she tries to adjust herself to the state of being fucked, as if it has never been a daily routine for you two.

“Mmm!” Yuna groans.

Her walls heave and clench around your cock as you settle yourself inside her, trying to milk you out for all you’re worth. She feels so warm around you like this.

“Are we going to just stand like this or are you going to fuck my brains out, huh?”

You pull out, and you push back into her. She whines softly.

Pull.

Push.

She moans.

Pull.

Push.

She whimpers.

Eventually, you find rhythm in fucking Yuna’s cunt against the dressing room mirror. Your hips clash with her ass each time you fuck her. Current shoots through you at every thrust, and she’s the cause of it. It becomes a routine, a chore you can never get tired of.

Your lips settle themselves on the back of her neck, conveniently gliding past the shaking price tag. Her mouth opens wide, moaning out silent pleas onto the mirror. Her eyes are closed as she takes in the pleasure of being rutted by your cock and your lips on her neck. She looks so gorgeous like this, like a whimpering mess under your fucking.

You quicken your pace, rutting her cunt with your cock faster and faster. Her slick juice coats your cock, some even drips onto the floor. It’s a ritual. It’s a habit of you two to clash your bodies with each other like this—on the bed, on the couch, in public places like this. Your lips trail down her neck, pulling the shirt down to reveal the smoothness of her upper back. She smells like daisies, and you are so fucking hungry for more.

“Babe,” Yuna whispers, and there’s a stutter in her voice. She’s shaking.

You pull back from planting kisses on her neck. “Yes?”

“Do you remember that time we did it in the handicap bathroom and I came all over the floor?”

Oh, yes, that time. Yuna was in a suit. You remember that she looked so hot that day, so you just fucked her with her necktie dangling off her neck, slacks pooling at you two’s ankles. Her pants were all wet with her squirt by the time you were done with her. The person waiting in a wheelchair was fuming when the two of you came out, and you could only take their insults in front of the bathroom, stealing knowing glances with each other occasionally.

“Cumming like that again?”

“Yep.”

The image of her squirting uncontrollably fills your filthy mind. She squirms and whines against you as you watch her climaxing face in the mirror. You unload yourself into her womb, breeding her in the way she has always loved. “I love having your cum inside me, baby, makes me feel warm,” she once said.

Her tells become more and more prominent with each thrust into her. Her soft moans grow louder and shorter with each passing second. Somebody’s probably going to hear that, but that’s the least of your concern. You need her. You need to fuck her. You need to breed Shin fucking Yuna with your white, hot cum.

The familiar feeling starts to take over you—the knot in your loins, the quickening of your moans. It’s coming. You’re close. Your nails dig into her hands, making her whine in pain and pleasure. Your legs shake, barely holding yourself up.

You two are cumming together.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!”

“Me too, me too, fuck!”

Everybody is going to hear that fucking screech. Yuna’s mouth opens wide as she cums on your cock mindlessly, brain gets disproportionately blown out of her head. And so are you. You let out a loud, guttural moan as you cum deep inside her cunt. Your cock unloads white, hot nectar into Shin Yuna’s womb, twitching deep inside her cunt that gushes out torrents of clear liquid onto the wooden floor. You two moan in tandem, voices echoing all over the dressing rooms section.