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His plans, his home, and his mannerisms all had one thing in common, elegance. The Regrator is grandiose to his core. He carries himself with sophistication and he expects the same of his partner. He has a reputation to uphold. The thought of you looking unkempt under his care makes him frown. He believes his wife deserves only the best, she is HIS wife after all.
The Regrator’s experienced eyes carefully examine the material in his hands before returning it to its place. The visible dissatisfaction on his face left the store’s owner sweating bullets. He turns on his heel, making slow steps towards his partner. He reaches out to inspect the cloth in her hands. “You like it?” he muses, turning towards the dressing room before you can speak, “Come, let’s try it on.”
Stepping into the room, he takes a seat in front of the mirror. Piece by piece your clothes disappear, leaving only the provocative gown you picked out prior. Pantalone sits cross-legged, shamelessly eyeing what’s his. A gloved hand beckons you closer and slides down your waist, curving into the skin of your ass. “What are you doing?” She whispers surprised.
A small smirk grazes his lips as he pulls her to his lap. “Getting a closer look.” He gives a breathy chuckle at her expression. Moving a hand to her bare thigh, he leaves the free one to rest on her waist.
Her face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “In here? We could get kicked out.” She whispers, unable to tear her eyes from the hand rubbing her thigh. His palm confidently slips further up the skimpy garment, toying with the panties beneath it.
Greedy hands slide up your skin, leaving you feeling vulnerable in the small room. A warmth spreads down her skin, leaving her to squirm slightly in his lap. “I could buy this store and everyone in it.” He says in a sultry tone, his breath tickling your ear.
A large palm comes up to squeeze your breast, the other spreading your thighs. His patience wears thin as you press against the tent in his lap. Pantalone brings one hand to your lips, you bite down gently on the tip of the glove and he slowly pulls his hand free. His bare fingers tease at the pool of arousal between your thighs. Quiet pleas fall from your lips as your hips jerk forward slightly.
Pantalone slips a finger in, carefully stretching you before adding another. He looks lustfully into the mirror, admiring the filthy sight in front of him. As he pumps his finger steadily small moans fill the room. The dark-haired man shakes his head, making eye contact with his wife in the glass. “You don’t want them to hear you do you?” She shakes her head slightly and a sadistic glint flashes in his eye. He reaches for the glove discarded onto your clothing, stuffing it in her mouth.
Legs spread on his lap with his fingers pumping briskly into your warmth, the lewd sight sends a shock of pleasure down your back. Your noises were slightly muffled by the expensive cloth stuffed in your mouth. Muscles clamp down on his slender fingers, causing him to slightly increase his speed. His eyes were glued to the mirror, drinking in her expression. Her warmth desperately sucks him in as she nears her climax. He finally breaks his gaze on the mirror to plant a loving kiss on your neck as his fingers gently you through an orgasm.