**3:19 PM**
Marcel and Brittanya strolled into the mall, still buzzed from their car fuck. Brittanya's legs wobbled, her nipples stabbing through her blue sports bra despite their cleanup—his cum still lingered inside her, a secret dripping down her thighs. Marcel's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her curvy 36-26-40 frame tight against him as they hit Starbucks. Her fat ass pressed into his hip, and his cock twitched, already itching for more.
"Freaky how you bounce back after sex," she whispered, smirking up at him.
"High school trick," he murmured back, voice low. "Banged classmates before class, snapped back for straight A's."
"Still weird," she teased, leaning into him.
At the counter, Brittanya ordered two caramel-drizzled coffees with whipped cream, her voice sultry as she eyed him. Marcel paid, guiding her to a corner table, his hand sliding to her thigh, creeping up toward her crotch. "Can't wait to ruin that pretty mouth~" he growled, fingers brushing her pussy through her tight pants.
"Slow down, big boy—coffee first," she purred, but her eyes screamed *fuck me*. He smirked, leaning in, their lips crashing in a sloppy, public kiss. His hand roamed up, groping her heavy tits, thumbing her pierced nipples through the fabric. Stares burned into them from across the shop, but he didn't give a shit.
"Two for Brittanya!" the barista called. They broke apart, adjusting themselves, grabbing their drinks amid judgmental glares, and strutted out. Sipping coffee, they wandered the mall—clothes, jewelry, bullshit browsing—his cock half-hard the whole time, her ass swaying like a goddamn invitation.
"Fuck, where's a bathroom?" he grunted, faking urgency. Brittanya scanned, pointing to a gender-neutral one nearby. They headed over, but as she turned to wait outside, he yanked her into a stall, locking it fast. "Marcel, what—" she started, but he shoved her onto the toilet, unbuckling his jeans. His 12-inch beast sprang free, rock-hard and twitching over her face.
"Suck it, slut—I need that mouth now~" he hissed, slapping his thick cock against her cheek, leaving a wet streak of precum.
"You're lucky I'm into you," she shot back, smirking. He whipped out his phone, hitting record—*The King of OnlyFans* needed this—and she gripped his warm shaft with cold hands, stroking slow, eyes locked on his. She kissed the tip, dragging her tongue down to his heavy balls, sucking each one sloppy, drooling spit all over them. Her hands pumped faster, slicking his cock as she licked back up, swirling her tongue around the fat head before sucking it deep.
"Fuck," Marcel groaned, grabbing her hair, shoving 7 inches past her lips. She bobbed her head, gagging as it hit her throat, spit dripping down her chin. "Gawk! Gawk! Gawk!"—the wet, nasty sounds bounced off the tiles as he thrust, turning her mouth into a pussy. He gripped her hair tighter, fucking her face hard, precum oozing out. "Take it, bitch~" he snarled, ramming all 12 inches down her throat. Her eyes rolled back, choking, throat clenching around him as his balls slapped her cum-slick chin.
"Gonna cum—keep that makeup clean~" he growled, shoving her head down and unloading. Thick, hot ropes blasted into her throat, and she gulped, choking as it overflowed, strands leaking from her lips. He pulled out slow, cum and spit stringing between her mouth and his cock. She gasped, heaving for air. "You asshole—could've let me breathe," she rasped, wiping her chin.
He smirked, stopping the recording, stroking her hair. "Round three's gonna wreck you worse~" Tucking his slick cock away, he grinned. "Victoria's Secret next?"
"Fuck yeah," she panted, nodding, still dazed.
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**3:45 PM**
They roamed the mall, Brittanya clearing her throat every few steps—his throat-fuck lingered, her voice hoarse. No security yet, somehow. Marcel's hand stayed glued to her ass, squeezing hard, his cock throbbing in his jeans. "Fuck," he muttered, feeling it strain.
"What now?" she giggled, glancing over. "Piss again?"
"Nah—won't go down," he grinned, letting her feel it pulse through his pants as she rubbed him.
She bit her lip, scanning quick, then tugged him toward Victoria's Secret. Inside, she hunted lingerie, grabbing a black set—lace bra, thong, her size. "You're a tease, shopping while I'm this hard," he growled, following her.
"Shut up," she shot back, smirking, asking a worker to try it on. They got a changing room, and the second the worker left, she locked the door, turning to him. "Whip it out and fuck me here~" she purred, stripping fast—sports bra off, tits bouncing free, pants and panties down, her trimmed pussy glistening.
Marcel bit his lip, shucking his jeans, his 12-inch cock springing out, smacking her ass. He kept his shirt on, kicking the rest aside, and she stroked him with both hands, slow and firm. He grabbed her face, kissing her sloppy, tongue deep, groping her tits hard, pinching her pierced nipples till she whimpered. "Record it, baby~" she laughed, pecking his tip as he slapped it on her tongue.
"Fuck yeah," he grunted, propping his phone on the hanger, angled down, hitting record. She sank to her knees, sucking his shaft deep, hands working the base. She bobbed slow, then fast, gagging at 9 inches, spit and precum drooling out. "Nah, bitch—suck it all," he snarled, grabbing her head, shoving her down till her throat bulged, 12 inches buried. She choked, coughing up his fluids, lathering his cock as she stroked and sucked, eyes watering.
"Fuck—don't stop~" he groaned, hips twitching as she slurped, his balls tightening. She felt it, sucking harder, and he erupted—hot cum blasting down her throat, filling her stomach. She kept sucking, draining him dry, licking every drop off his shaft. "Good slut—now ride me~" he ordered, sitting on the bench, cock still hard.
She stood, slapping her wet pussy, dripping for him. Climbing onto his lap, she sank down slow, moaning soft as 9 inches stretched her. "No noise, or we're busted," he hissed, then slammed her down, forcing all 12 inches in. She bit her hand, muffling a scream as he thrust up, relentless, quiet *clap-clap-clap* filling the stall. He gripped her ass, bouncing her hard, his cock pounding her womb raw.
"Shit!" he barked, too loud, feeling his load build fast. Her pussy clenched, creaming him, and he couldn't hold it—cum exploded inside her, thick and hot, stuffing her till it leaked down his balls. She shuddered, biting her tongue, their sweaty bodies pressed tight. "So much cum—I skipped my pills this week," she whispered, kissing his neck, hugging him. "Guess I'm your baby mama now~"
A sharp knock hit the door. "Excuse me—you've been loud, and it reeks of sex. Get out."
"Moment's fucked," Brittanya sighed, smirking as they untangled, his cum still dripping from her.
"Worth it," he grinned, grabbing the phone, stopping the vid.