"Mm-hmm.”
"Will he also love me?"
"Hana...” Zayn said. His voice was deep and husky. At that moment, both of them had completely forgotten that just that morning, they were still discussing the matter of whether he could not have intercourse with someone. At that moment, they had completely been carried away. Zayn, in particular, felt a desire that he had never felt before. He raised his hand and locked the fitting room from inside. The woman in front of him was too beautiful. It was the woman that he had been dreaming of.
"Hana, are you scared?" he asked with a deep voice.
Hana's voice became increasingly softer. "Zayn, I truly am scared. Will there be someone here..."
"Don't worry. Come here and let me take care of the rest," said Zayn gently.
"Alright." Hana knew that people certainly would be looking at her when she leave in a moment. After all, the mall was filled with people. However, she was willing to give the entirety of her to Zayn. She no longer cared what others would say. She was already a grown woman, so it was none of anybody else's business anymore.
That afternoon, Hana and Zayn completed a perfect
consummation in that VIP fitting room. Both of them had gotten an unparalleled pleasure from it. He felt ecstatic as he hugged her. "Hana, although...! can't have kids, but I can give you pleasure. I can still pleasure you, Hana, is that alright?”
"Mm-hmm. Zayn, you are truly manly. You’re a real man, Zayn!" Hana was also incredibly happy. She then became more shy. She hid in Zayn's embrace and was not willing to get out of it. "We...how are you going to get out of here?" said Hana, looking at the messy room.
Zayn laughed. "You're already a forty-year-old person, and yet, you're still shy.”
She looked like a teenage girl when she became shy. Zayn got up and helped Hana get dressed carefully. After they got dressed, Hana insisted on tidying and cleaning up the place. When they got out of the room again, the room was just as clean and tidy as before they entered. Nobody would care what they had done there. The people there still respected them as they did before.
"Please come again, Mister and Missus Smith.”
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