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Despite knowing that the mess I had made in the store was wrong and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no return in my life. Over the past amateur two years I had visited hundreds of stores often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change room I could. I couldn't get enough of the thrill and excitement I felt at doing something so dirty and wrong. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I Hardcore felt from being in such a public place, but also the thrill and depravity I felt at making such a filthy mess, there was something so right about doing something that would make others despise me as a disgusting animal bent on masturbating in her own filth. I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my piss turned a lovely golden shade, this of course increased the smell which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chairs inside changing rooms, making sure I made as much mess as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each time the adrenaline, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my hands worked my pussy. I still stole things it was very much a part of who I was at that point, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quick buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to friends and relatives for birthdays and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how much pleasure it brought me to do so. Recently there had even been a local news story about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a serial shoplifter who ruined stores changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen goods. The news had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to report suspicious behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my habit for a while. But as time wore on I couldn't help but gang bang become frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of excitement in my life. I found that without the stimulation of the dirty acts I had grown used to it was almost impossible for me to cum. Eventually I gave in, I needed to get off and I planned on doing it in the most dramatic and dirty way possible to make up for weeks without. That's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer store today. Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my clothes were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over time as often it could be tricky to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as much water as I could stomach the night before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the store I was Blowjobs about ready to burst. With a wicked grin I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side wall of the cubical. Only me. I'm the only guy that gets you wet! I was out on my own. "I bet we'd cum faster if you asked us nicely to cum for you," the workman intoned. That particular Sunday seemed like it would never end. Maybe he wanted to prove he genuinely liked her as a friend and the two were amateur able to share a great week together without needing to fuck. He shuddered and moaned through his orgasm until he was done and his tip was too sensitive to allow any more enticing, then he gave her a painful spank, called her a whore and ordered her to get off him. The way her mouth sucked Blowjobs on those nipples and how they were so dark brown and hard and how her breasts were silky white skin in comparison. I was trying my best to not succumb to picking my pace of fucking. Hardcore They look perfect on you and I do love them.” I leaned forward to kiss her again then I suckled at each nipple. “On your knees, cunt, and please my sister,” Sean growled. He felt gang bang a bit aroused, and was beginning to feel anxious about getting in the pool. He didn't have long to wait before the General looked up. Bonnie stepped outside to holler at us that she was about to get off and would be out in a few minutes. “Wait, what?” I turned the drugs over to the DEA and the prisoners to the state police. The questions started to do the opposite to my pussy, and it dried up. Lotho-etsarra, the so-called Libido because of his insatiable appetite for women, was the first Hunter to reach her. That look communicated enough to her even intoxicated and she simply nodded her head in agreement. They looked as beautiful as I intended, her nipples fat and ripe.