I walked into Victoria’s Secret with Malakai right behind me. The store smelled sweet and expensive, like perfume and new lace. Soft music played in the background and the lights were warm and pinkish, making everything look sexy. Racks of tiny panties and bras lined the walls in every color. I could feel him following close, his presence heavy like it had been all night. My short skirt still felt too small, and every step made the cool mall air brush against my bare thighs. My pussy was still wet from the parking lot, the lace of my thong sticking to my lips with every movement. I knew if I...