Forbidden Cravings

"Arghhh... huhhhh..." I groaned, my voice rough and shaky as I leaned hard against Sara’s back, my chest pressed tight to her from behind. My dick was still inside her, softening now but buried deep, my breath hot and uneven against her shoulder.

"Ahhhhh... yeahh..." she said, her voice low and lazy, swaying her ass slow against my groin, enjoying every second of it. Her maroon one-piece was still hiked up messy around her hips, her black jacket crumpled up as well. She tilted her head back a little, her smirk peeking out, her breath still fast from the climax.

I gulped hard, my throat dry, and pushed myself up straight, my hands sliding off her waist slow as I caught my breath. My shirt hung crooked, my pants and underwear tangled around my ankles, the air in the washroom thick with sweat and heat.

"See? It’s fun, right?" she said, giggling soft, turning to face me. She brushed her fingers along my shirt collar, tugging it straight.

"No, it isn’t," I said, exhaling slow, my voice flat but shaky. I reached for the tissue paper from the dispenser on the wall, and wiped my dick clean—quick, rough—tossing the crumpled mess into the dustbin by the sink.

I pulled my pants up fast, buckling my belt with a sharp *clink*, my hands trembling a little as I tried to pull myself together, my boots scuffing the tile.

She smirked wider, grabbing her own tissue, wiping herself slow—my cum leaking out, her panties still on the floor by her boots. She cleaned her pussy, her movements casual, like it was no big deal, then tossed the tissue into the bin too.

She tugged her one-piece down smooth, straightening it over her hips and puller her panties up she fixed her jacket.

I didn’t answer—just shook my head, my jaw tight, and turned for the door, shoving it open fast.