We stepped inside the mall and fuck, brothers… it was even better than I imagined.
MILF M walked beside me, clinging to my arm like the obedient little pet she was slowly becoming. That tight black mini dress was doing the Lord's work. The deep V-neck plunged so low between her massive tits that half her cleavage was on full display, soft creamy flesh jiggling and bouncing with every single step she took.
The thin fabric was stretched obscenely tight across those heavy, overflowing mounds, her fat nipples clearly poking through like they were begging for attention. Every time she breathed, her tits swelled and settled, threatening to spill completely out of the dress.
Guys walking past literally stopped in their tracks, eyes glued to her bouncing tits and swaying ass. One guy walking with his girlfriend got elbowed hard when he turned his head too far. A group of college boys nudged each other, whispering and staring openly at her deep cleavage. An older man nearly walked into a pillar because he couldn't stop looking at her. Women glared, some with jealousy, some with disgust, but none of them could look away from that fat ass swaying in that tiny dress
I leaned down close to her ear, my hand sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively.
"Feel that, slut? Everyone's staring at your fat tits and juicy ass. They all know what a whore you are underneath that dress."
MILF M whimpered softly, cheeks burning bright red. She pressed herself tighter against my side, trying to hide her face, but it only made her massive tits squash harder against my arm.
"Mike… please… people are looking…" she whispered, voice trembling with embarrassment.
At first I had a strong fucking itch to just grab the hem of that tiny black dress and yank it all the way up right there in the middle of the mall. Give everyone walking by a perfect view of her fat, round ass cheeks and that smooth, dripping pussy. It would've been one hell of a show — watching all those losers stop dead in their tracks, eyes bulging while my personal MILF slut got exposed like the whore she was. But I held back. There was something much more fun I wanted to do first.
"Found it." I said with a smirk, grabbing her waist firmly and picking up the pace.
MILF M looked up at me, confused, her big tits jiggling heavily in that deep V-neck dress. "Found what…?"
I didn't answer. I just dragged her straight toward the quiet corner of the floor where the restrooms were. Specifically, the girls' washroom.
You degenerates are probably wondering why the fuck I was heading for a girls' washroom. Trust me — that was the whole point. The surprise.
I made sure no one was around, quickly glancing left and right before pushing the door open. I even peeked inside to confirm it was empty. This particular washroom was tucked away in a quiet corner of the floor, so hardly anyone came here. Perfect.
I placed my hand on her lower back and shoved her inside with me.
"Mike, wait... it's the girls' washroom!" she panicked, voice rising in a sharp whisper as she tried to pull back.
Too late. I already had her inside a cubicle. I locked the door behind us with a loud click.
The small space was cramped, forcing her curvy body right up against mine. Her massive tits heaved against my chest, her breathing fast and scared. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked up at me.
"Mike… why… why are we here?" she whispered shakily. "This is the girls' washroom… you shouldn't be here…"
I leaned back against the door, crossing my arms, my eyes slowly roaming over her trembling body.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want," I said calmly. "Now lift your dress."
She froze, words stuck in her throat, her face burning bright red.
"Mike… we can't do it here… what if someone comes…?"
I just stared at her, waiting. Seriously, she talked too much when my cock wasn't stretching her throat. She understood my glare immediately. Her hands shook badly as she slowly reached down and grabbed the hem of her tight black mini dress.
She started lifting it, inch by agonizing inch. The fabric slid up her thick, smooth thighs, stretching tight over her wide hips. She stopped when the dress reached the very top of her thighs, the hem bunched just below her ass, barely covering her pussy. Her black lace panties were already visible — tiny, sheer, the front panel damp and clinging to her puffy lips.
"More." I ordered, voice low and firm.
She whimpered softly, eyes glassy with shame, but she obeyed. Her hands kept pulling the dress higher, slowly, reluctantly, until she bunched it all the way up around her thin waist. The entire lower half of her body was now completely exposed. Her fat, round ass and thick thighs were on full display, and that tiny black lace panties were the only thing left covering her smooth, glistening pussy.
Her hands stayed at the bunched fabric, trembling, like she was fighting the urge to pull it back down.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small vibrator I'd brought — finger-sized, smooth and pink, with a thin wire leading to a small remote control box attached to a discreet waist strap.
To be continued...
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