Tiffany grimaced at the pain on her scalp when Damian pulled her hair a little too rough. Her eyes were tightly shut as the man's member kept on going in and out of her. Forcing a strained and breathy moan from her at each thrust.
"Damn, Tiffany," Damian hissed.
Moving his hips faster while his grip on her waist tightened up. If not for her dress, he was sure his fingers would leave a mark on her fair and soft skin. His eyes alternately look from Tiffany's reflection in the mirror to their connected sex.
As Damian went wilder and more eager to take both of them to Eden, he suddenly heard footsteps. Little by little, it was getting louder and closer to the fitting room. A few profanities slipped off of his lips before placing his hand on Tiffany's mouth. Silencing her just in case someone passed by through the fitting room.
"Hush," He whispered and slowed down his thrust.