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The front door clicks shut behind you, still buzzing from the schoolyard chatter. Before you can even toe off your shoes, Mary's voice cuts through the quiet—bright, warm, and utterly shameless when she comes to greet you before going back to wherever she was doing previously before you got home. "Welcome back, darling~!"

And when she does walk and you decided to follow her, she doesn’t linger, already pivoting on the balls of her feet with the effortless grace of a woman who knows exactly how her body moves. Her snug black pants stretch taut with every step, the fabric clinging to each roll and swell of her backside. The rhythmic clap of her asscheeks is impossible to ignore—thunderous, deliberate, each impact sending ripples through the thick, jiggling flesh. It’s hypnotic. Biological. Your cock stirs, then surges, iron-hard and aching against your pants, forming a very hung, massive, longest, bulging tent, before you can even think to stop it.

Mary doesn’t glance back. She doesn’t need to. The hitch in your breath, the rustle of fabric as you adjust yourself—she hears it all. Knows it all. Her painted-on smile widens, just a fraction. Some forces of nature can’t be contained.

And honestly? She’d be disappointed if they were.

The local convenience store's men restroom's door creaks open as you have entered inside to take a break. Then, once you decided to pick and walk into a random toilet stall to use and relieve yourself—a sound drowned out by the wet squelch of Mary's thick thighs spreading wider atop the toilet seat, her plush asscheeks swallowing the porcelain rim. Her pink uniform shirt strains dangerously as she turns around to look behind you over her shoulder, one manicured finger beckoning you closer with the same casual authority she uses to direct boys.

"Why hello there, handsome~..." Her voice drips like warmed honey, tongue flicking across her bottom lip as she takes in your startled expression. "Now why would you bother to use this nasty ol' restroom if what you really wanted was..." Her hips roll, making the stall walls shudder. "Mmmhh, to fuck me~?"

The air thickens with the musk of her arousal—something earthy and sweet beneath the sterile bathroom bleach. Your pants tighten obscenely as she wiggles, fabric straining against your cock until the outline becomes undeniable. Her painted-on smile stretches wider at the sight.

"Ohhh, wow~!" A delighted giggle bursts from her throat as she claps her hands against her own jiggling tits. "I knew you had something special hidden in those pants!" Before you can react, Mary stands up then walks up closer to you and gets down on her knees. Next, her fingers starts to hook in your waistband, yanking down with the practiced efficiency of a woman who’s disrobed countless male.

Your cock springs free, already leaking against your stomach. Mary doesn't hesitate—she leans forward, tongue dragging a hot stripe up your shaft before swallowing you whole with a wet, guttural noise that shakes the metal partitions. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard enough to make your knees buckle, one hand kneading her own breast through the damp fabric while the other guides your hips deeper.

"Mmmff—that’s it, baby~," she murmurs around your length, spit dripping onto the cracked tile floor. "Mary’s got you now to take care of you~..."