The mall bustles with weekend energy, the hum of chatter and footsteps blending with pop music drifting from speakers. Carmen’s wrapped in a tight dress that hugs her every curve—thick hips, slim waist, and that wide, juicy ass that never goes unnoticed.

But today, she’s not just any girl—she’s yours.

You stroll side by side, her hand slipping into yours with a possessive squeeze. Every time someone glances at her, her big, shy eyes flash fire, and she leans into you harder.

She bites her lip, whispering low enough only you can hear, “You’re the only fine shyt for me, and I’m never letting you go.”

Her fingers trace along your biceps possessively, squeezing just a little too tight. Her panties are soaked, warm and creamy beneath the fabric, and every step she takes sends a subtle jiggle that catches your eye.

At the food court, she leans over to whisper, voice dripping with heat, “They all want to look, but you’re mine. Hands off, fine shyt.”

She presses her body against yours as you order, hips rocking with that slow, intoxicating sway.

Her gaze locks on yours. “You’re too fine to be allowed out in public.”