Enter the chamber.

A few minutes went by, of this impromptu orgy of ass. Eventually, I decided I had had enough.

Orgasm.

"UUUGHHHHFFF!"

"AAGGHHA YEESSS, YESSS, SUCK MY ASSS!"

"Right there, hun, right... umph... there..!!"

The entire plaza was rocked with a strong climax while I approached the door to the clothing store. A bottomless Amy was sprawled on the ground alongside that couple, the three of them heaving deeply, her panties finally out of her crack and wrapped over her ankles.

With another look, every participant had fallen into a post-coital slumber. Black, white, fat and skinny alike, all crumpled to the floor and closed their eyes, snores filling the air. Liana's face was mushed against Michelle's tight abdomen, an arm slung over the latter's thigh, as their exposed bodies slumped in pleasing angles against the paving.

I stepped forward. The door automatically slid open.

A loss prevention officer turned up her head, dinged, "Hello, welcome," in generic greeting flavor 123, and continued tapping away at the tablet she was holding. Across the way were shoppers in line for their purchases, getting ringed up by a nice selection of pretty, cute girls, and one dashing, brown-haired young fellow. It was relatively spacious, but nothing extravagant -- there was one main aisle down the middle that split the store into two distinct sections, and the rest of it was arrayed with racks of clothing and, in the back and corners, numerous shelves of an assorted variety of things, such as electronics, pillows, mirrors, et al.

I scanned the area while pretending to leaf through a collection of men's swimming trunks.