"There, there... slow down," Sara said, her voice low and teasing, her hand stroking my wet dick slow and steady, keeping me right on the edge but not letting me cum.
Her fingers were slick, warm, her grip tight enough to drive me crazy.
"What are you playing at? Ahhh..." I said, my voice rough, shaky, edging hard from her strokes.
My chest heaved, sweat beading on my forehead, dripping down my neck as I pressed my fingers into the cold washroom door behind me, trying to hold it together.
The sensation buzzed wild through me, my dick throbbing in her hand, begging for release.
She leaned in fast, kissing me hard, her lips locking with mine, her tongue pushing in deep. She pulled back just as quick, rolling the bubble gum out of my mouth with her tongue—still sticky, barely chewed.
"Ahh... you didn’t chew it much," she said, smirking as she popped it back into her own mouth, chewing loud, the snap of it sharp in my ear.
I gulped hard, sweating buckets now, my breath ragged, my pants and underwear tangled around my ankles.
My mind spun—*strip her naked, fuck her hard*—the thought slamming me like a train, raw and loud. *Ahhh... I shouldn’t think ,* I told myself.
"Lol, look at your face," she said, laughing bright and shameless, her gum popping again as she tilted her head, her hand still stroking me slow, torturing me.
"It’s like your dick’s gonna explode." Her grin widened, her boots tapping the tile as she watched me squirm, loving every second of my mess.
I just breathed—hard, shaky breaths—my chest rising and falling fast, my eyes half-open, staring at her but not saying a word.
"What happened?" she said, her tone teasing, her smirk growing as she grabbed my hand sudden, pulling it off the door. "You want this?" She guided my fingers between her legs, pressing them against her panties—wet, warm, soaking through her one-piece as she rubbed her pussy with my hand, slow and deliberate.
"Want to fuck me hard?" she teased, grinning wide, her eyes locked on mine, reading me like an open book.
She knew—she knew what was spinning in my head, every dirty thought I was trying to shove down.
I thought, my control snapping like a twig. I grabbed her hand fast, yanking her up off her knees, and spun her around, pushing her hard against the washroom door with a loud *thud*.
"Eheh..." she giggled, leaning her head forward. "That’s it, puppy," she said, her voice all smug and playful, her gum popping again as she smirked over her shoulder.
I didn’t wait—my hands slid under her one-piece, the fabric stretching as I grabbed her panties, pulling them down rough.
They hit the floor with a soft, pooling around her boots, her bare ass right there in front of me. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her smooth skin, pulling her back a little, positioning her just right, her dress hiked up messy around her waist.
"Ahh... huhh... that’s more like it," she said, smirking still, her voice low and taunting as she arched her back, pushing her ass out more to get fucked. "That’s how dogs should be. Wild and ruthless." Her words dripped with tease, her head tilting to catch my eye.
I didn’t wait a second—couldn’t, not with my dick wet from her saliva, throbbing hard, aching bad, and her pussy right there, slick and ready.
I pressed the tip against her hole, feeling the heat of her, and pushed in slow at first, then all the way, sinking deep. The cubicle felt like a furnace, the air thick and hot, the washroom door rattling faintly behind her as I held her there.
"Ahh... yeahhh..." Sara moaned, her voice low and shaky, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt my dick slide in her pussy. Her walls took me smooth, tight and warm, gripping me like they’d been waiting.
I started slamming my dick inside her, my hips moving fast, the rhythm picking up quick.
"Arghh, fuck," I groaned, my voice rough, my breath hitching as I thrust hard. My hips slammed into her thick ass, the sound loud—*slap, slap*—echoing off the tile walls.
Her boots still hugged her legs, her maroon one-piece and black jacket bunched up messy above her waist, her bare skin bouncing with every shot I gave her from behind.
My pants pooled around my ankles, her panties tangled around her feet as we fucked, wild and reckless.
"Ahh... yeahh... ahhh... more... yes..." she moaned hard, her voice climbing, needy and loud, her head tilting back against the door.
Her legs twitched under me, her boots squeaking on the tile as she braced herself, her hands flat against the metal, pushing her ass into me.
I gripped her ass tighter, my fingers digging in, and sped up, slamming inside her faster, deeper, the pace brutal now.
Outside, people probably heard—her moans spilling out, the sharp *slap* of skin on skin bouncing off the walls—but we didn’t care, didn’t stop.
The mall’s hum faded to nothing, drowned out by her moans and the creak of the door rattling with every thrust.
"Fuck, you’re loud," I muttered, my voice half-groaning as I kept going, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down my back.
She grinned sloppy, her eyes half-open, glinting wild. "Ahhh... give me, Ezra... my puppy... my dog... fuck me hard... give me pleasure... ahhh..." she moaned, going crazy, her words tumbling out messy and desperate.
Her eyes rolled up, her head banging lightly against the door, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty neck as she lost it, her body shaking under me.
"Ahh, shit," I said, my voice breaking, the heat crashing over me like a wave. I couldn’t hold it—shot my orgasm hard, my dick jolting as I released inside her, hot semen spilling deep, my hips shivering against her ass.
I leaned forward, my forehead dropping to her shoulder, my breath ragged against her skin as I came.
"Ahhhhhh..." she moaned out loud in response, her voice raw, echoing in the tiny space as her own climax hit, her legs trembling hard, her walls squeezing me tight.
I stayed there, leaning on her, my chest pressed to her back, both of us panting hard, the air sticky and warm around us. My dick softened inside her pussy, still twitching a little, her wetness mixing with mine as we caught our breath.