Met Up with My Ex… Ended Up Cumwalking Through the Mall

I’m sitting at a filthy grimy table outside a fucking mall bar, long since past the time I should’ve cleared out. Sun’s gone, lights buzzing overhead, and she’s here, my ex, looking like she just stepped out of a wet dream. Her tits barely contained in that skimpy top, nipples hardened, pushing against the fabric. She’s laughing, leaning in, her mouth twisted in a smirk. “So, how have things been these years?” she asks, voice dripping with insinuation. I can’t help but stare at her lips, remember them wrapped around my cock, sucking hard, sloppy wet sounds filling the air. She notices, grin widens. “Still as subtle as ever, I see,” she teases. I shift in my seat, adjusting my hardening cock. She glances down, licks her lips. “Remember that time we fucked in the mall bathroom?” she whispers, leaning closer. “How you bent me over the sink, fucked me raw while people were in the stalls, pissing, shitting, hearing every slap of your balls against my cunt?” I groan, my cock throbbing. She stands up, walks around the table, straddles me. I can feel her heat, her wetness through her thin skirt. She grinds against me, her breath hot in my ear. “Let’s go for a walk,” she purrs, standing up. I follow, my cock leading the way, ready to cumwalk through the fucking mall, leaving a trail of our filth behind. We weave through crowds, her hand in mine, her other hand sneaking up my shirt, nails digging into my chest. We pass a store, she pulls me in, pushes me against a rack of clothes. She drops to her knees, unzips my pants, pulls out my cock. She looks up at me, tongue out, licking the tip. She takes me deep, gagging, tears streaming down her face. She pulls back, spits on my cock, strokes it hard. I can feel my cum rising, ready to explode. She stands up, turns around, bends over, lifts her skirt. Her ass is bare, her cunt glistening. I spit on her asshole, rub it in with my thumb. I line up, slam into her, my cock splitting her wide. She screams, a high-pitched wail of pleasure and pain. I fuck her hard, my balls slapping against her ass, my cock pounding her deep. I can feel her cunt clamping down on me, her orgasm ripping through her. I pull out, stroke my cock, cum shooting out, landing on her ass, her back, her hair. She turns around, smiles, licks her lips. “Ready to go again?” she asks, her eyes wild, hungry. I’m already hard again, my cock eager for more. We step out of the store, hand in hand, cum dripping down her legs, a trail of our filth following us.