Suggest moving to somewhere more comfortable than a bathroom floor

Family restroom, Westfield Galleria Mall, unknown city, at 3:14 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

You pull your fingers from your soaking pussy with a wet squelch, looking up at Derek's massive cock bobbing inches from your face before glancing around at the cramped bathroom. "This floor is gross," you say, your voice still breathy from your orgasm. "Can we go somewhere more comfortable? Like... someone's car or something?"

"Fuck yes," Tyler says immediately, already tucking his still-hard seven-inch cock back into his jeans. "My SUV's got a third row that folds flat. Plenty of room."

Derek groans in frustration, his enormous erection still jutting obscenely from his open fly. "Seriously? Right when I was about to—"

"Dude, she's right," Marcus interrupts, zipping himself up with a satisfied smirk. "This bathroom floor is fucking disgusting. Plus we've been in here like ten minutes. Someone's gonna need to use it eventually."

You stand on shaky legs, your thighs still trembling slightly from your intense orgasm. Your pussy is absolutely drenched, arousal visibly glistening on your inner thighs. You reach down for your denim shorts but Marcus's hand catches your wrist.

"Leave them," he says, his brown eyes locked on yours. "Just wear the crop top. We're going straight to Tyler's car anyway."

The thought of walking through the mall naked from the waist down should terrify you, but instead you feel a warm flutter of obedience. Marcus wants you to stay exposed. That means you should stay exposed. "Okay," you hear yourself say.

"Jesus Christ," Evan mutters, finally pulling his hand out of his pants. His modest five-and-a-half-inch erection tents the front of his jeans. "We're really doing this. We're really about to gangbang Nate."

"Natalia," Derek corrects, finally tucking his massive cock away with visible difficulty. "And fuck yes we are. That pussy looked so tight and wet. I'm gonna stretch it so fucking good."

Your cunt clenches at his words, a fresh surge of arousal making you bite your lip. The temporary relief from your orgasm is already fading—your Libido Overdrive is ramping back up, making your thoughts fuzzy and pleasure-focused again.

Tyler unlocks the bathroom door and peeks out. "Coast is clear. Let's go—parking garage is closest if we take the north escalators."

Marcus takes your hand, his fingers warm and strong around yours. "Stay close to me," he says. "If anyone sees, we'll say you're drunk or something."

The four guys form a loose circle around you as you step out into the mall corridor. Your bare pussy is exposed beneath the short pink crop top, your hard nipples visible through the thin fabric. Cool air-conditioned air hits your wet thighs and you shiver, very aware of how obscene you must look.