The won’s washroom in the Grand Mall casting a harsh glow over the gleaming white tiles, the faint drip of a faucet the only sound besides our uneven breaths. The cubicle felt impossibly small, the locked door sealing us in, the distant hum of the mall’s shoppers a world away.
Sara sat on the toilet seat, her jacket open, her skirt hiked up, her black stockings looking hot as fire against her thighs. Her boots rested lightly on the floor as she grabbed the hem of her panties, pulling them down with a slow, deliberate motion.
She slid them off her legs, tossing them to the tiled floor, her pussy exposed as she parted her legs wider, her sultry gaze locking onto , bold.
"Kneel down, I said," Sara commanded, her voice low, sharp, a mix of desire and authority, her eyes narrowing slightly, her hands resting on her thighs, daring to hesitate.
I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my hands clenching in my pockets, the weight of Aeri waiting back at the restaurant pressing heavy on my chest.
"*Gulp* B-but Aeri’s waiting for us... outside..." I said, my voice hesitant, my eyes flicking to the locked door, the thought of Aeri’s warm smile twisting my gut with guilt.
Sara’s glare sharpened, her lips curling into a dangerous smirk. "That’s why you better do it fast before my mind changes and I show her our clips," she said, her voice cold, her threat slicing through the air, her eyes glinting with a mix of nace and amusent.
My stomach dropped, my breath catching, the threat of "clips" shaking . I couldn’t risk it, not with Aeri so close, not with everything I was hiding.
"Okay... okay..." I said, my voice tight, dropping to my knees fast, the tiles cold and hard against my jeans, my hands trembling slightly as I braced myself.
"Now co and eat your food," Sara said, spreading her legs wider, her pussy open and inviting, her stockings framing her thighs, her boots shifting slightly as she leaned back, one hand gripping the cubicle wall for balance, her smirk softening into sothing hungrier.
I crawled forward, the tiles into my knees, her scent of pussy hitting first—musky, warm, a mix of her day’s shopping and raw desire.
I closed my eyes, my heart racing, and pressed a kiss to her slick folds, the heat of her against my lips sending a jolt through .
"Ahh..." Sara moaned, her legs closing instinctively, her thighs brushing my cheeks, her reaction imdiate, electric.
I kissed her pussy again, deeper, my lips smooching her pussy, tasting the slight saltiness of her sweat, the faint wetness of her arousal.
My hands found her hips, steadying her as I worked, my fingers digging into the soft fabric of her skirt.
"Yeahh, Ezra... umm... ahh..." she moaned, her voice climbing, one hand brushing through my hair, her nails grazing my hairs, the other clutching the cubicle wall, her boots swaying faintly as her legs tensed.
I grazed my teeth lightly on her clit, teasing, then inserted my tongue inside her hole, the warmth and tightness pulling in, her juices coating my lips.
"Ahh, fuck, yeahh... so good..." Sara gasped, her eyes closing, her head tilting back, her hips rocking against my face, her legs hooking over my shoulders, her boots dangling in the air, swaying with every movent.
Her stockings rubbed against my neck, the texture grounding in the intensity.
"Umph... amph..." I gave her head faster, my tongue working her walls, slurping her juices, the wet sounds mixing with her moans, the cubicle a haze of heat and sound.
Her pussy tightened around my tongue, her body spasming, her thighs trembling as she neared the edge.
"Ahh, fuck! C-cumming..Wait... ahhh..." Sara moaned hard, her voice breaking, her body jolting as a gush of warmth hit my face, her orgasm crashing through her.
She clutched my face tighter with her thighs, locking in, her pussy grinding my face as she rode out the wave, her breath ragged, her moans echoing off the tiles.
"Ahh, yeahhh... so good, Ezra..." she panted, her head tilting up, her eyes half-lidded, her hand still tangled in my hair as she kept there, savoring every shudder.
Her sultry gaze softening into satisfaction as she caught her breath, her orgasm still lingering in the flush of her cheeks.
"Ahh... ahh..." Sara moaned softly, her voice trailing off as she slowly released her legs from my face, her thighs easing their grip, her body relaxing against the cubicle wall.
"Arghh, huhhh... huff..." I pulled back, catching my breath, my chest heaving, my face red and slick with her juices, the taste of her—salty, warm—still coating my lips.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my knees aching from the cold tiles, my heart pounding, the intensity of the mont leaving dizzy, the weight of Aeri’s waiting presence a guilty knot in my gut.
"Awww, co here, fucker," Sara said, her voice teasing but warm, leaning forward, her eyes glinting with mischief.
She grabbed my face, her fingers cupping my cheeks, and pulled into a kiss, her lips soft but fierce, tasting herself on as she pulled up to my feet.
Her hands moved fast, deftly unbuckling my belt with a soft clink, her fingers pulling down my zipper, slipping inside my underwear, finding my hardened cock.
She stroked it slowly, her touch firm, deliberate, sending a jolt through .
"Ahh..." I moaned into her mouth, the sensation sharp, overwhelming, her lips muffling the sound as her tongue teased mine, the kiss deepening, her nails grazing my jaw.
She pulled back just enough to smirk, her hand still stroking, her eyes locked on mine, knowing exactly what she was doing.
"You want to feel good too, right?" she said, her voice low, taunting. "Look at your dick, all hard and throbbing." Her fingers tightened slightly, her strokes slow and teasing, her smirk widening as she felt my dick twitch in her hand.
*Gulp* I swallowed hard, my breath uneven, my body betraying , the heat of her touch making it hard to think.
"You want it... don’t you, Ezra?" she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, her smile wicked, her breath hot against my skin, her hand never stopping, each stroke pulling deeper into the mont.
She wasn’t wrong. The sensation was too much, her fingers working with a rhythm that clouded my mind, the cubicle’s tight space amplifying every touch, every sound.
"Ahh, fuck you!" I growled, grabbing her face, kissing her violently, my lips crashing against hers, hungry and reckless.
She smiled and kissed back just as fiercely, her tongue eting mine, her hands still inside my underwear, stroking my cock faster, building tension inside of , her stockings shifting as she pressed closer, her boots scuffing the tiles.
Aeri’s face—her warm smile, her gentle voice—flashed in my mind, waiting back at the restaurant, oblivious to this. But the thought slipped away, drowned by the heat of Sara’s kiss, the pull of her hand, the fire in her eyes.
I’d forgotten everything—her, the mall, the bags—as the need to fuck Sara, to lose myself in her, took over, my hands gripping her hips, ready to take this as far as it could go, the cubicle a heated, reckless world where nothing else mattered.
Sara broke the kiss, her breath hot and ragged, her eyes smoldering with desire as she grabbed my arm, pulling toward the toilet seat.
"Ahh, co here," she said, her voice low and urgent, straddling as she pushed down onto the cold, hard seat, her boots clicking on the tiles.
She kissed again, relentless, her lips crashing against mine, her tongue teasing, her hands cupping my face, her stockings brushing my thighs as she settled over , her skirt riding higher.
I groaned, my hands fumbling to the hem of my underwear, pulling it down beneath us, the cloth pooling around my knees.
My dick stood hard between us, throbbing, and Sara’s hand found it, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking gently as she kissed , her touch sending jolts through , making harder, needier.
"Ahh..." I groaned, my hands grabbing her waist.
"Let’s enjoy this together before we go out again," Sara murmured, her voice a sultry whisper, her lips brushing mine as she lifted her hips, positioning herself over .
I felt the tip of my dick graze her hole, warm and wet, and she pressed down slowly, taking my whole cock inside, her pussy enveloping in a tight, heated grip.
"Ahhhh..." we moaned together, the sound raw, shared, our bodies shuddering as we connected, her warmth swallowing , my hands tightening on her waist.
The cubicle was a haze of heat and sound, her breath hot against my neck, my pulse racing, the sensation of her riding my dick blotting out everything
Back at the restaurant, Aeri sat alone at the booth, the pile of shopping bags spilling over the couch beside her, the warm glow of the wooden tables and soft clinking.
Her cream sweater hugged her fra, her jeans and white sneakers tucked under the table, her plate of chicken alfredo half-eaten, a glass of water sweating on the coaster.
She glanced at her wristwatch, the delicate silver band catching the light, her brows furrowing as she muttered to herself, "They’re late..."
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