Enough teasing: Ian walks into that changing room and fucks her hard

I grunted with desire as I closed the distance between us. Amy stopped my advance by placing her palm on the crotch of my jeans, testing the hardness of the cock beneath.

“Now THAT’s the reaction I was hoping for,” she laughed.

I shut the changing room door behind me, crowding our bodies together in the cramped space. Amy’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she realized my intent:

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

I kept advancing. Amy reflexively took a step back, her ass bumping against the mirror. My hands found her hips, fingers toying with the single, loose knot holding up her suit. Her own fingers dropped to my wrists, teasing across the backs of my hands. Her hot, naughty smile unmistakable—

“Today’s the day,” I said simply, then I tugged loose the tie on her skimpy little bottoms and watched them drop to the floor.

Amy watched my eyes as I stared at her beautiful bald pussy, playing my fingers across the smooth skin. Over her shoulder, I caught her reflection in the mirror; saw the exceptional bare butt I had lusted after for so long. I hungrily reached behind her and squeezed, watching the reflection as my hands—my own hands and no one else’s—grabbed hold of her body and explored.

Amy leaned into me, enjoying all the attention. I felt her tongue graze my earlobe as she whispered, “But someone’s gonna hear us!”