Chapter 96: Cubicle Sex with Sara (R-18)
The women’s washroom in the Grand Mall was a tight, fluorescent-lit cage, the white tiles shining under the harsh lights. The faint drip of a faucet and the distant murmur of shoppers were drowned out by the raw, heated sounds of our breaths, the air thick with the musky scent of
Sara straddled me on the toilet seat, her skirt bunched around her waist, completely naked from below, her black stockings taut against her thighs, her panties discarded on the floor, her jacket open, her t-shirt clinging to her curves.
My jeans and underwear were pulled down, my long black shirt and t-shirt rucked up, my white sneakers scuffing the tiles as I gripped her ass, my dick buried deep inside her wet leaking hole, the heat of her pussy enveloping me.
Aeri waited back at the restaurant, her furrowed brow a guilty shadow in my mind, but Sara’s fire consumed me, her earlier threat—those sex clips.
"Ahh... yeahh...Ezra...ahhh..." Sara moaned, her voice low and sultry, her hips rocking as she rode my dick, her hands gripping my shoulders, her red-painted nails digging through my shirt. Her boots swayed faintly, her stockings rubbing my thighs.
"Arghh, huhh," I groaned, my hands grabbing her ass, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh, her bunched skirt on her waist as I guided her movements, the slick warmth of her pussy walls driving me deeper into the moment.
My chest heaved, my breath ragged, the sensation overwhelming, her body a storm I couldn’t escape right now.
Sara’s eyes flashed, a mix of irritation and lust as she grabbed my face hard, her fingers pressing into my cheeks.
"Are you enjoying it now, huh, you stupid fuck?" she said, her voice sharp, taunting, but laced with desire, her hips never slowing, her pussy clenching around my cock, each thrust hitting her womb, her walls slippery with the juices that is leaking out of this horny bitch.
"Arghh..." I groaned, my dick throbbing inside her, the intensity of her words and her grip sparking something wild in me, my hands tightening on her ass, guiding her faster, harder, the friction of her pussy against my cock pushing me to the edge.
"Ahh... I want some more..." Sara said, her voice hungry, her eyes glinting as she shrugged off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.