Jason Master
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Faithful Husband... Daisy
🕑 Added 2025-10-02 14:30:09 +0000 UTCYour pov of fucking the stranger asshole
The sound of the stall creaking from the stranger's thrusts mixed with the wet slap of skin meeting skin. Her ass felt impossibly tight around my cock, hotter than her mouth had been, and every inward grind pulled a ragged groan from my throat. Through the hole, you could see flashes of her the curve of a pale shoulder, the flex of her spine as she arched back. Her fingers gripped the partition’s edge, knuckles white. "Harder," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Fuck me like you mean it."
You obliged, driving into her with a force that rattled the metal divider. Guilt still clawed at the edges of your mind *Ava’s face, the kids’ laughter* but it was drowned by the raw, primal rhythm. Her tight heat milked your cock with every thrust, the wet sounds obscene in the sterile bathroom air. Sweat trickled down your temple as you press your hand against the top of the stall.
The stranger tight asshole clenched around your cock like a velvet vise, each thrust pulling a choked gasp from her lips. Through the jagged hole, you caught glimpses of her trembling fingers gripping the partition, knuckles bone-white. The scent of cheap soap and her musky arousal hung thick in the humid stall air. "Yes! Just like that," she hissed, her voice raw and desperate as she pushed back against you, meeting your rhythm with hungry urgency. Your hips snapped forward, the slap of skin echoing off the tiles, drowning out the distant mall chatter. Sweat stung your eyes, blurring the graffiti-scratched metal before you.
Suddenly, the main bathroom door creaked open. Heavy footsteps approached, accompanied by a low whistle. You froze mid-thrust, cock buried deep inside her. Her breath hitched, her body going rigid against yours. The footsteps paused outside your stall. A man cleared his throat, then the sink faucet squeaked on. Water rushed. You held your breath, heart slamming against your ribs like a trapped bird. Beneath you, the stranger stayed perfectly still, her heat pulsing around you in frantic little spasms. The faucet shut off. The footsteps retreated. The door thudded closed. Silence, thick and heavy.
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