Back around the lingerie section, past the changing rooms there, double back again, slip behind the pillar where shelves had been set up full of useless things that nobody really needed. The cameras couldn't see her here. Stop for breath. Another violent muscular contraction made her bite down on her tongue to stifle a wail. She could feel her cervix dilating; after so many times, she felt she had an intimate understanding of the process.
Her vaginal passage began undulating downward, ripples of muscular pressure flowing from her uterus and forcing jets of sticky fluid into the crotch of her already saturated panties. She knelt, head pressed against the cool concrete pillar, trying to overcome the feeling. Not here, not now, not yet. She was so close...
So close...the sign was only a few metres away, and the alcove just ahead of that. She forced herself to her feet and continued, ignoring the now constant clenching in her belly and the streaming flood of juices pouring down her legs. Her toes were making squelching noises in the platform shoes, her socks soaked through by the sheer volume of vaginal emissions.
I love this fan fic.