Mall Date

“Mall’s closing in 5 minutes,” she says, hand on you already.

You’re against the stall wall. She’s on her knees on the tile, top half off, hair in her face, makeup already ruined. Phone in one hand. Your cock in the other.

“You took forever daddy.” Her fist is working you slow. Thumb dragging under the head. “I almost finished without you.”

“Yujin—”

“Mm-mm.” She doesn’t let you talk. Bends down. Opens her mouth before she gets there, tongue out. Drool already pooling on it. Lays the head of your cock on the flat of her tongue and holds it there. Patient.

“There he is.”

Then she sinks. Slow. Slower. All the way to the base. Her chin gets wet. Her eyes go wet. She gags quietly through her nose and doesn’t pull off. Holds you in her throat for a count. (You’re trying so hard but you know you’re not gonna last.)

She pulls off with a long string of spit between her bottom lip and your tip. Doesn’t wipe it. “I missed you daddy.”

“It’s been three hours— “

“Three hours.” She laughs. Kisses the head of your cock. Kisses the side. Kisses it all over. Kisses the strip of your stomach above it. Each one open-mouthed and loud. “Three hours is a long time when something tastes this good.”

She goes back down. Phone tucked between her thighs now, screen up. Both hands on you. One stroking the base in time with her mouth. The other cupping your balls. Drool on her chin. Drool on her chest where it slid between her tits. The flash goes off somewhere behind her thigh. She doesn’t stop.

“Yujin—babe—”

“Mmhmm~”

“I’m—”

“Mmhhm~”

“I’m not gonna—”

“Mhmmmm~” She doesn’t pull off. She doesn’t slow down. Tongue flat against the underside, throat open, eyes glassy and pretty.

“The mall will be closing in two minutes, please head to the nearest exit.” The mall PA chimes in.

She sinks all the way down at the exact same moment, on purpose, like she planned it.

You cum into her throat. She swallows around you while you’re still pulsing, just like how she swallows her favorite peach drink. She’s been thirsty all this time.

She pulls off slow. Lips swollen and shiny, gloss smeared past the line of her mouth. Opens. Empty.

Then she stands. Walks past you to the mirror over the sinks. Hair still in her face. Mouth still wet. Phone up.

Her tongue playfully recreates the act. She hits the shutter.

Camera. Flash. Pose.

“That was a nice end to our date. Let’s continue this at home.”