"I… am perfectly… in control."
"Are you?" he whispered, his fingers pressing against her slick, swollen heat, teasing the entrance, the thick head of him pressing a fraction deeper, just enough for the slick, wet warmth to cling to him.
Estella's voice wavered. "I-Indeed. Ladies, please… take your time to browse. Our finest powders and fragrances are along the left display."
Mikhailis's grin widened. He pressed forward, the thick, burning length slipping deeper, spreading her, the slick heat engulfing him. But he stopped, just halfway in, feeling the wet, tight clench of her warmth against him. The sweet, aching bliss of it nearly made his own composure crack.
Estella's voice caught, her fingers tightening on the counter's edge, knuckles white. "O-Of course… if you need… any advice… please… ask."
