In Mozambique, provocative bombshell teachers get dominated by rail station manager and his son.

Cecile had rushed out from this sheltered workstation, not even knowing if the tiny rundown space did belong to him. She had slipped into the light brown summer dress that now clung her like a second skin, hoping it would help her feel more comfortable. Without underwear, her gigantic 36GG rack of natural tits were threatening to burst and were now visible to all. Nothing was left to the imagination about how incredibly stacked and fit Cecile was. Further down, her cum filled shaved snatch was dribbling out the jizz that had just impregnated her.

She felt like a used whore and deep down, it turned her even more. For now, the ambient heat was so unbearable, Cecile didn't realized she was a walking fuck toy to any males eying at her impossible curves, her massive udders swaying hypnotically at each step she made. Unbeknownst to her, her evident lack of clothing had attracted attention. As Cecile wandered through the station's ornate halls, admiring the marble pillars and wrought-iron details, commuters began to take notice. Her dress accentuated her figure in ways that were hard to ignore.

Whispers spread like wildfire among passengers waiting for their trains; some even started taking out their phones to capture this unexpected spectacle. The situation quickly escalated as more people gathered around Cecile, curious about what they perceived as an act of pure exhibitionism. The crowd's behavior caught the attention of Maputo Railway Station officials who were taken aback by the growing commotion. One official, Chatuluka approached Cecile with caution. He was the Maputo Station Manager.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said politely but firmly. "I'm afraid your attire is causing quite a disturbance here."