As Dea Samantha strolled through the busy shopping mall, she felt a throbbing pain in her bladder. She looked around for a sign indicating a restroom and eventually found one tucked away in a quiet corner. Quickening her pace, she eagerly made her way towards it.
When she finally reached the restroom, she stood before the row of cubicles, relieved to see ones with doors. Sliding one open, she entered and immediately felt a sense of privacy wash over her as she closed the door behind her. She pulled down her skirt and pantyhose, revealing her hairless pussy and neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Feeling the wetness between her legs, Dea realized that she had already begun to pee. Her stream hit the bowl with force, causing droplets to splash onto the side. Satisfied with the strength of her flow, she let go and focused on emptying her bladder.
As she finished, she glanced around the room, wondering if there was anything else she needed to do. That's when she noticed him - a man kneeling on the floor in front of one of the other cubicles. He was dressed in a tight suit, his head tilted back so that his mouth was just above her level.
Dea's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing in curiosity. She stepped out of her cubicle and approached the man, her low heels clacking against the tiled floor. As she drew closer, she realized that he was expecting her; his dark eyes locked onto hers, a mix of anticipation and submission in his gaze.
Without a word, she knelt down so that their eyes were level, her pussy inches from his open mouth. She hesitated for a moment, savoring the power she held over this man. Then, she pushed her body forward slightly, pressing her wet pussy against his lips.
The man's mouth parted slightly, allowing her juices to flow over his tongue. He began to lap at her, his tongue swirling around her clit and sliding down into her folds. Dea moaned softly, the sensation entirely foreign yet incredibly arousing. She reached down and grasped his hair, guiding his head deeper into her pussy.
As he worked his tongue around inside her, she felt a warm rush between her legs. She leaned back, watching as he eagerly lapped up every drop of her pussy juice. She could see the pleading look in his eyes, and she smiled.
Satisfied with his efforts, Dea pulled back and stood up, her body swaying slightly. She looked down at the man on the floor, still kneeling with his mouth open and waiting for her next command. Without saying a word, she turned and walked out of the restroom, leaving him there with an empty mouth and a hard cock straining against his tight pants.
