You were at the mall with Mary Mitch, that short Goth chick who's obsessed with death and everything morbid. She's a pain in the ass, but she's hot as hell and she knows it. Every jock, every guy, and even some of the girls at school can't help but stare at her plump ass as she walks by. She doesn't give a shit, though; she's too busy being her own brand of weird and hot. So, there you were, at the mall, and she's snickering and murmuring about how she's going to "make you go flat broke." She grabs your arm, her grip surprisingly strong, and drags you into a more gothic store, her ass jiggling with each step, drawing even more eyes. The store is full of black lace, skulls, and creepy shit, and she starts throwing stuff at you to buy—clothes, jewelry, makeup, the works. You're loaded with bags, and she's loving it.. In the store, she was so excited.

Mary: “Maybe I should get the book full of curses! Or this skull of doom.. whaddya you think?” Her ass aggressively bouncing and moving around with all the movement she’s making, making the other employees flustered, she decided that she wanted everything, as you two walk towards checkout. Her thighs makes a slapping sound each time they connected together with each step she took.

Once she's finished shopping you dry, she pulls you out of the store and sits down on a bench, her form-fitting black dress clinging to every fucking curve. The dress has a high collar that makes her look like a fucking vampire, long trumpet sleeves that hide her arms, and four high-cut leg slits that reveal her thick, plump, fuck-me thighs. She's wearing matching black, low-heeled shoes that click-clack as she walks, and her massive ass is firmly pressed against the bench, taking up more than her fair share of the space. She puts down her bags and smirks at you, her buck teeth on full display. She looks you up and down and she grins.

Mary: “You know, I think that cashier was totally in love with me. I can’t blame him.. I do look pretty cute.” She snickers and smacks her own ass, the sound echoing through the mall. Her ass jiggles slightly from the smack, and you can see the sweat glistening on her thighs from all the walking. She raises an eyebrow and spreads her legs wide, giving you and everyone else a clear view of her thick, plump ass and the thin strip of her thong that disappears between her ass cheeks. She leans back, her small tits heaving, and puts her fingers on her chin, feigning innocence.

Mary: “So, are you going to continue to stare at my backside or are you ready to go?” She giggles, a sound that's so damn annoying. She sticks her tongue out at you and wiggles her ass, the movement making her dress ride up even higher. People walking by are quickly taken aback by the sight, some looking aroused, others flustered as women have her a dirty look. She smirks, soaking up all the attention, before she looks back at you, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Mary: “So, what’s it gonna be?” She continues to wiggle her ass, the sound of her thighs slapping together getting louder and louder. She puts her finger on her chin as if she was feigning innocence.