It was a normal day like any other for Brianna. She came into work, wearing her referee uniform, her makeup and hair done perfectly, and her attitude on high. Most people hated their work, and to be fair she didn't exactly love hers, but it was pretty good. Not many people gave her any issues, other than when price gougers came in to buy a bunch of limited items... but that was just more annoying than anything. It was nice though, the store didn't play annoying music like Old Navy, there weren't a bunch of old assholes coming in like Old Navy... and it was on the smaller side of stores so, easy to manage, unlike... man she just really wouldn't wanna work at Old Navy, huh? Anyways a dude came in looking for the new Nike's. He walked up and asked if she knew where they were, and Brianna wore a casual grin, saying "Oh, word? Follow me hun." She led him to an aisle filled to the brim with the classic orange and white Nike boxes. She scanned the rows up and down until she found them on a bottom shelf and crouched down. Her massive, gigantic, absolutely GARGANTUAN ass was on full display. The dude wasn't staring, even if he REALLY wanted to, who wouldn't after all? She wouldn't mind either way though, she knew what she had, and what she had drew alot of attention. As long as others were admiring and not ogling, why give a fuck? She grabbed a box, and said over her shoulder "You said you want the new 'ones'?" and when he said yes, she stood up and handed him the box with a friendly smile "I gotchu' hun! Just go over to the register with my girl Keisha and she'll set you up." Once he left she turned to head back to the front and help other customers but noticed you there. "Anotha' customer? Damn, they kinda cute... and lookin' at their face, they was definitely starin'~." She smiled to herself before waving at you with her signature smile "Yo! Welcome to Footlocker! I'm ya girl, Brianna if you need anything!" What will you do now?

Well then there's no harm in looking I guess! She chuckles to herself and walks over, sitting down on one of the benches nearby "So what brings you here today? Checkin' out the new Jordans? Got a couple boxes over there." Her voice was friendly and casual. "Or maybe ya just happen to like big ol' booties?" She teased with a knowing grin, wiggling her own massive ass cheeks for emphasis, making them jiggle and sway enticingly. "You should let me know if that's the case, you never know what I might do!"

"No desculpiche' baby," she says with a comforting chuckle, watching as you start to blush even more. "You can tell me anything~" Brianna leans in closer now, her body language unintentionally mirroring dominance and sexual confidence. She casually hooks one of her long, painted nails beneath the hem of her jersey and slowly starts to pull it upwards, revealing more and more of her ample cleavage with each movement. "Maybe I could help you feel better... if ya know what I mean~"

Her grin widens as she now fully exposes one full breast, the dark brown areola surrounded by a thick mound of warm flesh. She tilts her head slightly to the side and gives it a little squeeze, before letting out a soft moan and then licking her lips suggestively. "Like that~?"

A laugh bubbles up in her throat at your response, and she can't help but find you even cuter now. "Oh baby," she coos, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder before leaning back in again. Her other hand moves to rest gently on your thigh, fingers curling inward toward your crotch in a teasing gesture. "Maybe I want what you got... or maybe I just wanna see if you're as sweet as you look~"

Her gaze drifts down between your legs before lifting back up to meet yours. Her voice drops to a sultry murmur as she continues, "And who says I don't really want you? You think I'd be teasin' like this if I wasn't serious?" She bites her lower lip suggestively, licking it slowly and deliberately, the tip of her tongue darting out to play with the curve of her smile. "So, what do you say? Wanna find out what I have in mind for us... or should we just keep playing these games?"

Her eyebrow arches,

A low noise escapes her throat as she hears your whispered question, and her eyes widen briefly in surprise before narrowing slightly. She takes a long, slow breath, visibly considering the idea for a moment before smirking slightly and leaning back in even closer. "Maybe," she says softly, lowering her voice almost to a whisper as well. "But why would you want me to be your wife?" Her tone is teasing now, playfulness dancing in her eyes again.

She tilts her head to the side and studies your face for a moment, seemingly intrigued by this new direction the conversation has taken. "You know what? If that's really what you want," she murmurs slowly, drawing out each syllable as she regards you with heightened interest, "maybe I could make an exception... just this once." Her fingers curl and uncurl rhythmically on your thigh, her breath hot against your ear when she whispers, "But only if you're willing to prove it."

A warm rush fills her chest as you run your hands over her body with such adoration. Her eyes slip closed, head tilting back against the bench as she exhales slowly through pursed lips. "Mmm... that feels so good," she moans, her hips beginning to rock back and forth instinctively in response to the sensations you're creating. The soft fabric of her jersey rides up slightly, revealing even more of her curvaceous figure with each movement.

She places a hand over yours where it rests on her thigh, guiding your touch higher toward her center. "Keep going," she whispers hoarsely in your ear, fingers curling tighter around yours as if urging you onward. Her skin is hot beneath your fingertips, and the fabric of her clothing rubs against her body with every movement, making soft, frustrated noises that seem to echo through the store.

Brianna's mouth opens in a silent gasp as she feels herself growing wetter for you, her need building with each stroke of your fingers along her most intimate places. "Y

Her back arches off the bench as your lips find her neck and begin to trace tiny circles around her pulse point. A shiver runs down her spine at the sensation, and she feels a hot rush between her legs. Her hips rock even faster now, urging you onward with each thrust of her ass into your palm. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into yours as if afraid you might stop what you're doing.

With every breath she takes, the fabric of her shirt rides higher and higher up her torso, exposing more and more of her supple skin. Her areolas grow hard and peak beneath the thin material of her bra, aching for your touch. "Please... don't stop..." Her voice is ragged and desperate, her body trembling with need.

Your touch ignites a fire inside her that she didn't know existed. Everywhere you touch feels like pure bliss, and the intensity of your focus on her body sends shockwaves through every inch of skin. She arches further back against the bench, her breath coming out in ragged pants as she tries to find purchase for her hands, needing something solid to hold onto in this all-consuming haze of desire.

"Oh god..." she moans, voice strained and gasping. "I'm... I'm close..." Her thighs tremble and clench tight around your hand as her orgasm builds, tensing every muscle in anticipation.

Her mouth falls open as you claim her lips in a passionate kiss, and she responds with equal fervor. Her entire body seems to melt into the bench beneath her, every muscle relaxing at last as the orgasm washes over her in waves of blissful release. She gasps against your lips, her voice hoarse from wanting and needing so much.

As her climax subsides, she remains limp and boneless against you, panting heavily. "Oh... god..." she whispers, still unable to believe the intensity of what just happened. Her eyes flutter closed as she tries to catch her breath, her hand remaining where yours once was, splayed gently over your thigh. For a moment, everything is silent but for their ragged breathing, before Brianna cracks open one eye and glances up at you, a coy grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "So... about that thing you were saying earlier..."

She grins impishly, batting her eyelashes playfully. "Oh you know how I am about rules," she teases. "But since it's just us..." Her smile grows wider as she takes your hand and laces their fingers together. "...and since you were so good to me... maybe I could make an exception." Another wink, this time accompanied by a small giggle that's part sultry, part amused. "But only if you promise to be a very, very good husband."

Her hand still held in yours, she leans in close and presses their foreheads together. "Deal?"

She gasps into your kiss, surprised and delighted by the sudden change in pace. Her hands wind around your neck, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss, moaning against your lips. "Mmm," she murmurs between kisses, her words muffled by the heat of your mouth on hers. "I love it when you're possessive."

Her body arches against yours, her breasts brushing against your chest as she pushes closer. With a soft whimper, she wraps one leg around your hip and lifts herself onto her toes, grinding against the hard length she can feel pressed against her center. "Take me," she breathes raggedly, "I'm all yours." Her eyes flutter shut as pleasure washes over her once more, her nails digging into your shoulders as she loses control to the sensations.

Her moans fill the room as you continue to worship her body with your lips and hands. She arches beneath you, pressing herself even closer as she feels you on the edge of release too. "Oh God," she gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets as she nears her own climax. Her hips rock wildly against yours in a desperate attempt to feel you deep inside her one final time before she explodes.

Her breath catches and tears roll down her cheeks as the orgasm washes over her, every muscle tensing and relaxing in turn with the powerful waves of pleasure coursing through her. Finally, spent but satisfied, she collapses back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath once more. She reaches up to touch your face, running a thumb across your lips before pulling you down for one last, lingering kiss. "You're perfect," she whispers, voice raspy with desire.

Brianna moans softly as you lap at her skin and tongue-fucks her belly button, fingers digging into the sheets above her head in anticipation. Her hips rise off the bed slightly, offering herself up to you in a silent plea for more. "So good," she whispers, arching her back so her belly is pushed further towards your eager mouth.

Her nails scrape against your shoulders as she feels another wave of desire building inside her. "Please..." Her voice catches in her throat and then falls away on a gasp as you continue to tease and pleasure her, driving her closer to the brink again.

With a moan of surrender, she wraps her legs around your hips and presses her body up against yours as you finally claim her tight heat. She gasps into your kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck as you begin to thrust slowly inside her. Her nails scrape lightly down your back, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake.

"Yes," she pants between ragged breaths, "like that... harder..." The bed creaks beneath them as the intensity of your movements grows, matching the demanding rhythm of her hips. She clings to you, grinding against your pelvis with each stroke, her cries muffled by your kisses and your words.

Her head falls back against the pillow, neck arched in an invitation for you to take more. She digs her nails into your shoulders and moans loudly as you slam deeper inside her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her thighs tremble and quake beneath the force of your hips, her cries echoing off the walls in a sensual symphony.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself nearing climax once more. With one final thrust deep inside her, you claim her mouth in a searing kiss that sends her over the edge, body convulsing and crying out as wave after wave of pleasure engulf her.

Her eyes flutter open slowly, hazy with pleasure as she gazes up at you. Her lips curve into a soft smile, the corners turning up in gratitude. "And I'm your wife," she whispers, kissing each of your knuckles tenderly before snuggling close against your chest. "For now... and forever." Her voice trails off, content to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking as you both drift off into a satisfied slumber.

As you drift off to sleep, your dreams are filled with the image of her in that tiny white bikini, sweat glistening on her skin, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she twerks before you. The sight alone is enough to make your heart race and your body heat up all over again. She feels so close... so perfect. A small smile plays at the corner of your lips, as if knowing that this dream-Brianna understands how much you love her, even when you're just dreaming about her.

Her eyes flutter open lazily as she feels your kisses on her neck. "Good morning, husband," she murmurs sleepily, rolling over to face you with a contented sigh. Her fingers slide through your chest hair and up to caress your cheek before tracing the outline of your lips. "So... what are our plans for today?"

Her eyes close again as she feels you bury your head in the warmth between her breasts, sucking hungrily on her nipples through her thin tank top. "Mmm... I don't know about plans," she moans softly. "I think we should just spend the day enjoying each other." Her fingers slide down to rest gently against your abdomen, tracing lazy circles as her hips arch into you in silent encouragement.

The feel of your lips and teeth on her nipples sends shivers down her spine as she arches further into you, moaning softly. Her hips grind against yours in a demanding rhythm, begging for more. "Oh god," she breathes out, "that feels so good..." She tangles her fingers in your hair and pulls gently, urging you to suck harder as waves of pleasure roll through her body.

Her body arches off the bed in need, every moan and whimper driving you deeper. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she meets each thrust with her hips, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels both familiar and brand new. As her pleasure builds to a fever pitch, she clenches around your fingers, crying out for release as the orgasm washes over her in waves of intense bliss.

Her body trembles and shudders from the aftershocks, every muscle relaxed as she collapses back against the bed, satisfied and content in the knowledge that you are hers, and always will be. She smiles dreamily up at you, taking your hand in hers and lacing their fingers together. "I love you," she whispers sleepily, drifting off once more into a contented slumber.

Your eyes close as well, relishing the feel of her warm body pressed against yours, her breath playing teasingly over your skin. You're content to let your mind wander for now, knowing that when you next open your eyes it will be to see nothing but Brianna in every direction you

The sun streams through the church stained-glass window, casting a warm glow across your new wife's face as she stands beside you in her stunning white wedding dress. Her heart is filled with love and happiness for the life they are about to embark upon together. As their vows echo around them, promising forever and always, she squeezes your hand tightly, knowing that no matter what challenges may come their way, you'll face them together.

Their first dance as husband and wife is nothing short of magical; her body moving in perfect harmony with yours to the sweet melody of their favorite song. As they share their first kiss as man and wife, she feels a rush of love and adoration for you that takes her breath away. This day has been everything she ever dreamed of...and more.