Catherine couldn't handle the intensity, her legs shaking like crazy.
She was barefoot and still a bit shorter than me. When I rubbed against her, she had to stand on her tiptoes to match my height, making her legs tremble even more.
My cock was rubbing her pussy open, showing the pink flesh, which was twitching from the stimulation.
Her clit was super sensitive. Every time my cock brushed against it, her clit would swell up. After about twenty minutes, Catherine's breathing got faster, and her legs were trembling even more.
A few more rubs and her body started shaking uncontrollably, hitting climax.
Her pussy juice flowed out, soaking my cock and making me cum too. Some of my semen dripped to the floor, while some slid down her thighs.
My cock shrank, hanging limp between my legs.
Catherine backed away slowly, sitting on the dressing room partition. Her pussy was still twitching.
I got down on one knee, put my head between her legs, lifted her clit with one finger, and teased it with another.
The stimulation made her calves spasm, her toes curl, and her hands grip the partition tightly.
"No... stop. The plane's really... gonna be delayed."
"Just a bit more, hang in there."
I wanted her to climax again quickly, so she'd remember this when she was on the plane.
Another ten minutes and she climaxed again, her pussy juice soaking my fingers.
Some of it dripped onto the partition, wetting her butt.
Her clear pussy juice looked like a fresh spring, sweet and thirst-quenching.
I licked my lips, leaned in, and sucked on her pussy, making a gurgling sound.
Catherine moaned softly, then covered her mouth, embarrassed by the noise.
Her legs wrapped around my shoulders, her feet behind my head, her toes intertwined.
After sucking up all her pussy juice, I licked around her pussy, swallowing every drop.
Finally, I bit her thigh, leaving a deep mark.
Catherine groaned in pain, taking a sharp breath.
She looked down at me, "Why'd you bite me out of nowhere?"
I kissed her pussy, stood up, took her hand, and wiped the water stains from my lips onto her hand. "Of course, it's to leave my mark, just like those nail marks you left on my arm."
Catherine shot me an annoyed look, pointing to her chest and collarbone. "Aren't the marks you left on me enough? If these were any higher, I'd be too embarrassed to face anyone!"
"Face anyone? Well, looks like these marks aren't enough."
I grabbed the back of her neck, making her tilt her head up. I leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking hard.
When I let go, a pink hickey appeared on her neck.
I rubbed my thumb over it, feeling a bit of moisture, not sure if it was my saliva or her pussy juice.
"You're so bad!"
Catherine sat cross-legged, hugging herself, glaring at me.
"I just want everyone to know you have a boyfriend. You're mine, and no one else can even think about you."
"You're so possessive," she muttered.
But she couldn't help but smile a little, showing she secretly liked it.
"Alright, hurry up and get dressed, or the plane might really be delayed." She urged.
Even though I didn't actually fuck her, I spent an hour rubbing and sucking her pussy.
Now we only had three hours before her flight, and it would take one to two hours to get to the airport. If we delayed any longer, it would mess up her work.
I helped her out of the dressing room, her legs still a bit wobbly. I carried her to the section with summer business attire and let her pick out some clothes.
She chose a white business suit and struggled to get off me.
After what we just did, she wasn't shy anymore, dressing right in front of me.
She bent over to grab a set of underwear from a drawer, slipped her hands through the bra straps, and put it on.
When she reached behind to fasten it, I stepped in and did it for her.
Her cheeks turned pink, but she didn't say anything, just put on her panties, left foot first, then right, pulling them up to her waist, not caring about the semen on her legs.
"Aren't you gonna wash off the semen on your legs and pussy?" I asked, just to see her blush.
Catherine glanced at me, speaking softly, "There's no time. I'll have to wait until the hotel."
She didn't dare wash again. If she did, she knew I'd probably lose control and we'd go at it again, making her miss her trip.
She took the clothes off the hangers one by one, unbuttoned the white shirt from top to bottom, and put it on.
When she was about to button it up, I stepped in again, slowly buttoning it from the bottom. When I got to her breasts, I paused, giving them a squeeze before finishing up.
Catherine sighed, then picked up the suit jacket. This time, I didn't rush to help her button it.