Mia staggered out of the men’s restroom, the taste of Jake’s c*m still lingering on her tongue from when he’d forced her to clean his c**k before letting her go.
The red dress was completely ruined now—front and back soaked, clinging transparently to her skin, c*m streaks visible down both legs all the way to her heels. Every step made more leak out, a slow, shameful drip that left faint wet spots on the polished mall floor.
She made her way toward the movie theater on the third floor as instructed, legs shaky, p***y throbbing and overstuffed. The corridor leading to the theaters was dimmer than the main mall carpeted floors, posters on the walls, the low rumble of bass from films playing behind closed doors.
It was busy: long lines at the concession stand, groups waiting for their sh
