Your hands held on tightly to Chrollo's hair as his body pinned your own against the wall, thrusting his desperate cock inside of you. The rhythmic thumping of your pelvises hitting together in the booth of the lingerie store was something that put you almost in a trance.

Chrollo hadn't even bothered to pull your dress off, instead just pushing it above your waist, and pulling it below your chest to expose the most desirable parts of your body.

He was keeping you quiet by the ministration on your lips, although everyone in the store knew exactly what was happening in there. However, at the sight of a big, black gun tucked into the strange man's pants, and the news that there was a killer on the loose, no one dared to say anything. So everyone simply toiled away awkwardly outside, while your womanhood got the pounding of a lifetime inside the small changing room.

Even worse was that you hadn't even gotten to try on any lingerie; meaning you'd have to do your shopping afterwards. Or perhaps you would simply find a different store. Surely, your face would explode if you had to meet with the people outside your door. "You're a good woman, Hana." Chrollo whispered roughly in your ear. "Really good woman. Letting me do such dirty things to her in the store. I mean, it is your fault I get so hard."

"That's just the ecstasy and you know it." You whispered back in between feminine moans.

"Don't demean yourself. You're beautiful." He slowed down and thrust even harder inside of you. "Fucking sexy." Another thrust. "God, don't ever take that fucking ring off!" Pleasure crackled through his voice. "You're! Fucking! Mine!"

And with that, he splattered his juices deep inside of your orgasming body. "Christ," He groaned. "We've got to get you into some proper clothes or I'm just going to have to fuck you in every store."

He set you down, but held you close, knowing that your legs were a bit too wobbly to support your weight. "I won't make you go out there, either, treasure." He ran his hand down the side of your face. "I'll bring you in stuff I like. Plus some ugly things I'm sure you'll like. 'But it's so comfortable!' is what I'm sure you'll say; so don't. I'll cater to you. But you better wear sexy lingerie at least five out of the seven days of the week. Deal?"

"Oh, fine." You nuzzled your nose into his chest, appreciative that he was at least thinking of you. "You know, it's actually way healthier for the vagina to wear only one hundred percent cotton. Wicks away moisture, keeps the biome healthy, et cetera."

"Wicks away my libido, keeps my sexual arousal at bay, et cetera." He teased as he kissed your head and tucked himself back into his pants. "Just hold up here. I'll try and find suitable compromises. Plus a bunch of a shit I want to see."

You laughed, still enjoying the high. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want, Chrollo."

"I like the sound of that!"