Stop, moment
Among the other city residents who decided to get some fresh air was Tolik Ivanov.
After an unfortunate incident, though now it's hard to call it that, the young man acquired the ability to control time. Upon learning of his capabilities, he practiced them on his teachers, classmates, and neighbors. Now he boarded a minibus and headed to one of the largest gathering places for townspeople.
Tolya was walking through the shopping mall and observing
people. Mostly everyone was strolling idly and leisurely through the bright expanses of the building. On one of the wooden benches, he noticed a couple with a child. A large, solid-looking man in a leather coat and a fashionable black cap stood holding a stack of paper bags with brand logos and stamps from local boutiques. Expensive metal watches gleamed on his hairy wrist. The woman, also dressed in an expensive short coat, a shiny blouse, and a pencil skirt with a peplum above the knees, was bent over a little boy in a vest, scolding him and wagging her finger, next to which a gold ring gleamed on her ring finger. The little boy stood pouting while she, frowning her eyebrows, angrily told him something. Tolya's gaze lingered on her because of her elegant clothes, which accentuated the merits of her figure, and because of her shapely legs on thin stiletto heels. She was clearly to his taste, and after the young female passenger he had groped, he wanted something more mature and curvy.The guy concentrated and felt warmth in the middle of his forehead. The bravado-filled voice of the announcer, amplified by loudspeakers in the halls of the retail giant, telling about the season's new sales, was cut off. The noise of the crowd from the sound of soles on the tiles, conversations, and the beeping of gadgets fell silent. A girl walking not far from Tolya stopped without finishing her step, her leg unnaturally frozen in the air. One of the teenagers turning into a sportswear store had a terrible grimace frozen on his face. Half-closed eyelids left the whites of his rolled-up eyeballs on display. It seemed he was blinking when the second hands of all the ordinary people interrupted their run and everything froze as if they were characters in a wax exhibition.
Tolya approached the woman who had caught his attention with her slender legs and stood on the side of the little boy to get a better look at her face.
She looked about thirty-five, give or take five years. Black hair cut in a bob with a side fringe framed her white face, almond-shaped eyes lined with pencil. The guy was also surprised by her eyelashes; they were either extensions or very long. It was noticeable that she took care of herself and had a pleasant appearance, not counting only the look of furrowed brows and a mouth twisted with anger.
Tolik slowly walked around the conveniently bent-over woman from behind and squatted in front of her protruding rounded buttocks. He touched her calf with his palm; it felt pleasant and firm to the touch, tightly covered by the lycra of sheer black tights. Slowly, the young man's fingers slid up the curves of her leg, lifting the fabric of the gray pencil skirt until they rested against her soft crotch.
He took her pliable flesh through the thin barrier of nylon tights and panties and began to pull her labia, kneading them between his fingers. With his other hand, Tolya pulled the skirt up to her waist and the coat flaps, finally throwing them onto the woman's back. They froze unnaturally, as if wire frames were holding the edges. The tights and panties slid down in the opposite direction to her elegant knees.
Tolik stepped aside to assess the picture. It was absurd to watch as a mother, with the strictest expression, scolded her mischievous son while standing in the middle of a shopping mall with her private parts exposed.
Tolya approached this trio again and stood behind the half-undressed mommy. He took her round, white buttocks, dotted with small moles, and spread them apart. A small brown anal hole was revealed, below which protruded the plump pie of her vagina with tightly folded labia. Tolik spat on his fingers, rubbed the saliva over the smooth female crotch, and pulled out his long-erect cock from his pants. Positioning himself between the luxurious thighs, he glanced at the stern face of the husband. The spitting image of a deputy from advertising banners. "Lucky you, man," he grinned crookedly, winked at him, and drove his pulsating shaft into his bent-over wife. The young man furiously worked his cock inside the defenseless woman's womb while she continued to glare angrily at the child. At one point, Tolya's sexual organ slipped out of the vaginal slit and, by inertia, flew into the anal opening of its owner. The guy was so aroused that he continued to ram the mommy's intestine. Then he felt the peak of sensation, and the load from his balls shot straight into the woman's exhaust pipe. Breathing heavily, Tolik slapped the bare buttocks of the undressed victim and stepped back from her. The neat pie with tight lips was unrecognizable; instead, there was a gaping red hole with petals torn and sticking out to the sides; above it, an equally deep cave, mirroring the shape of Tolya's cock, gleamed with semen that had flooded the mommy's intestines. Wiping away droplets of sweat that had frozen like bubbles in the air, he wiped his cock on the edge of her skirt. Without much effort, he pulled the panties and tights over the gorgeous hips, tugged the skirt down. He bent down to her face; it remained just as nervous, turned towards the boy. Only her eyes were swollen with tears. His gaze traveled down her thin neck to the décolletage area, and he wanted to see this woman's breasts. But the mommy was standing very awkwardly, so Tolik decided to leave that for later. He walked away from the bench with the family to the spot where he had initially been, between the walking girl and the artificial palm trees.
He strained his will and started time. His skin immediately felt a light draft from the air conditioners, sounds filled the space, and people continued their rhythm of life.
The bent-over woman abruptly cut off her tirade, shrieking thinly and shrilly:
— Aiy-yai-yai!!! Oi-oi-oi! Motheeeeer…
She writhed her whole body and gasped for air like a fish out of water, trying to say something while pressing her hands to her appetizing buttocks in the tight skirt. Her expression, which had suddenly turned beet red, showed agony. kkiss18.net Her plump lips twisted in pain, and tears sprayed from her lined eyes. A couple of onlookers stopped near them, someone started filming the moaning, teeth-clenching mommy.
A guy passing by said nonchalantly into his phone to someone:
— Some chick here is holding her ass like she got shot there. Yeah, not bad-looking.
The husband stared dumbfounded at his wife, his eyes like saucers, eyebrows raised to the brim of his cap. — What's wrong with you? — came the dull bass of a boss's trained voice.
— It hurts down there! Ai! — her beautiful face wrinkled. — I don't understand why.
The son, forgetting his whims, looked at her in surprise.
— Mooom? Are we going to see "Beast City"?
She looked at the little boy as if she had forgotten about him and just remembered.
— I need to go to the bathroom urgently, stay with dad for now — the confused woman snapped irritably; she felt something slimy leaking into her panties from the aching holes under her skirt. Moreover, her underwear was sitting extremely uncomfortably.
Trying to maintain a proud posture, she hobbled towards the ladies' room; her husband intently watched the cowboy-like gait of his woman. For a moment, he thought she smelled of sweat and sexual discharge.
She hadn't managed to tap out even ten steps with her heels before time froze again. Tolya approached her, slowly ran his palm over her strained buttocks, in the middle of which a dark stain from his semen was now clearly showing through. He stood in front of her face to face, tucked a stray lock behind her ear; her wet eyes looked right through him and were filled with anxiety. The guy began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse one by one. Gradually, his eyes were revealed to the soft roundness of her breasts, bulging from the small cups of a blue bra.
Tolya slipped his hands under the underwear, felt for her nipples, and squeezed them, then pulled them out from the bra cups into the white light. Surprisingly, the nipples turned out to be large, dark-colored, and swollen. There was a large mole on one breast. Tolik began to suck them, squeeze them, pull them. The breast took whatever shape he molded from it—now long and pointing forward, now pointing sideways and flattened. Having played enough, he released the well-handled breasts; he really wanted to see their natural shape.
Right now, the guy saw breasts in the shape of crumpled pieces of plasticine, in the shape that remained after his hands. Tolik started time for a few seconds, prudently standing a couple of meters away from the used mommy beforehand, leaving the blouse unbuttoned and even throwing the bra into one of the trash cans by the benches. Before his eyes, the breasts that had been hanging in the air just moments ago slapped back into their rightful place and bounced in time with the steps tapped out by her stilettos. Several people noticed this act of nudity.
Tolik stopped time again. The breasts dangled lower than when they were in the bra; heavy balls swung in different directions, and the nipples looked sadly downward. After kneading and twisting them, he didn't button up the blouse; on the contrary, together with the coat lapels, he opened it wider, exposing all of the woman's body. In her pocket, he felt her phone, took it out, and decided to keep it. Not because of the popular apple brand, but for the contacts, photos, and information. Maybe she has a pretty relative. Stepping away, Tolik started time and, with his sudden appearance, scared the girls from the jewelry department that was in the middle of the pedestrian zone; they stared at him dumbfounded. Then their attention was diverted by the mommy he had undressed. She was hobbling, tapping her heels on the mall tiles and shaking her exposed breasts, focused on her painful sensations below, and didn't immediately realize she was walking with her charms exposed until she heard several clicks of phone cameras and caught lewd stares. Following their direction, she gasped, finally seeing her exposed chest with protruding and, for some reason, wet nipples on display. The woman wrapped her coat around herself and looked around hunted.
Taking small, bent-over steps, she scurried back to her husband. Tolik couldn't hear well what they were saying; from fragments of phrases, she wanted to go home; it seemed she had had a nervous breakdown.
Tolik felt a vibration in his pocket. A message arrived on the mommy's phone. He opened it:
— Hi friend! Want to hang out with us at the cafe?