Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
My pussy clenched around Dean’s cock when he reached up and untied the halter top around my neck, which, in turn, caused the front of my dress to fall and my breasts to spill out.
His hands came up to cup my exposed breasts, and his fingers pinched the turgid peaks of my nipples.
Someone entered the stall just to our right, causing our walls to shake as they closed and locked their door.
My eyes widened as Dean pulled my nipples between his fingers and pulled up.
“Move,” he whispered almost soundlessly against my ear.
I did, rising up and falling back down, in order to stay attached to my nipples as he guided the pace.
What sounded quiet before the two men had entered, now sounded like gunshots to my ears as my ass met the tops of Dean’s thighs.
Each time I tried to slow down to muffle the sound, though, Dean pulled on my nipples hard enough to get me moving again.
Doing as he urged, I rode him forcefully, trying hard to keep that last slap of our skin to a minimum as I did.
In fact, the thrill of it was so tantalizing that I got back into what we were doing rather quickly.
I was to the point where if he only let me play with my clit that I would come when someone tried to enter our stall.
The lock held in place, though, causing the doors and walls to shake.
“That one was always blocked off in high school, too,” who I now knew was Barrett, called, from his own stall where I could clearly hear him relieving his bladder.
“Don’t I know it,” Jensen grumbled, choosing to go to the last stall to do his own thing.
Dean’s hand left one breast and went south, coming to a stop to where we were connected.
His large fingers felt where his cock stretched my entrance, and I could feel the almost inaudible growl that left his chest.
“Did you say something?” Barrett called to his companion.
“Nothing,” came Jensen’s muffled reply.
I licked my lips and let my eyes fall closed as Dean gathered the wetness around my pussy and pulled his fingers up to my clit.
The moment those skilled digits touched me, I couldn’t control the tiny whimper that left me.
Luckily, the flushing of the toilet covered the sound, and I finally let a moan loose as the loud sound of the stall next to me opening and closing, as well as the rushing water, muffled my cry.
I started riding Dean faster, no longer caring if we made a sound or not since the water was running at the sinks as well as beside me.
My pussy felt like molten lava as Dean’s cock swelled inside of me.
The moment he pushed deep and held himself still, I felt my release take me over.
Dean’s hand that’d been at my breast rose to cover my mouth to block the scream that was on the verge of passing through my lips.
Luckily, he got there in time, and held my mouth closed as his other hand continued pushing me further into my release.
Swirls and flicks; pinches and tugs.
His cock started to jerk, and I leaned my head back as the hot pulses of his cum started to fill me up.
“You make me feel so good,” he whispered gruffly into my ear. “Only you make me come like that.”
My eyes opened as his fingers stopped their delicious torture, my chest heaving in time with his as our breathing eased.
We stayed like that for a long time as we waited for the two men to leave, but when five minutes came and went, our breathing slowed to normal, they were still there. Chatting away.
I squeezed Dean’s hand to let him know I was getting up, and he reached for the toilet paper.
I shook my head frantically at him, causing him to look at me like I was crazy.
I might possibly be, but at this instant I needed to get off him.
Leaning down while keeping his cock buried deep inside of me, I grabbed a hold of the bar beside the toilet with one hand, and started to unlatch my shoe with the other.
My shoes were hooker heels, pure and simple. They were about a mile high, and I’d owned them since my senior prom.
I was surprised as hell that Laney hadn’t mentioned seeing them.
Seeing as they still fit, and they were only used about four times since prom, I saw no reason not to wear them.
The latch was hard as hell to get off, and by the time I got all the wiggling and lifting of my foot out of the way, I noticed that Dean’s hands were fisting my dress at my hips.
I’d, of course, noticed his cock.
Who wouldn’t be able to notice that he was still just as hard inside of me now as he was twenty minutes ago when he’d first guided me onto his cock?