Bored on such a listless day, you decide to travel towards the mall, to causally browse.
You don’t even get your foot in the door and you can already spot a scene going on,
You get to witness the tail end of a roughly average sized woman downing… someone. Someone apparently named ‘Keegan’. You see her scribble the name on the surface of her belly, the process made a bit messy by a sudden punch from inside messing up the writing. The woman turns towards you.
“What are you looking at? You wanna join him?”
You don’t even respond, just keep walking and going about your way. This doesn’t last too long either, though.
A woman looking roughly in her mid twenties, donning a crop top and toting a handbag with a big, authentic smile nearly bumps into you.
“Oh, pardon me!” She exclaims “Actually, I’m glad I bumped into you! Can I ask a favor, sir?”
You inwardly brace yourself for conflict, responding “What can I do for you?”
“Would you care to be my next meal?” She casually asks, as if expecting you to willingly go
“Uh, n-no, I think I-“ you begin. She interrupts you very assertively, smashing her handbag atop your head with a one handed overhand swing. You collapse and cover your head with your arms.
“Sorry, I don’t take kindly to being told ‘no’” she replies, kneeling down to face you.
At this point, you see her unzip her jeans and lean in with her crotch towards your face, exposed pussy.
“Lick it. As punishment for having the audacity to tell me no” she sternly commands
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