His hands finally slipped beneath her dress. He found her panties, chuckled low in his throat, and tore them away in one sharp tug. She gasped—a quick, stunned sound—but before she could even form a word, he’d already spun her around.

Her chest met the cool surface of the stall door, hands bracing instinctively, and then…

One of his hands slipped beneath her dress again, trailing upward this time, slow and sure. When his fingers found her nipples, she felt it in more than just her chest. Her body answered with a soft, desperate sound she didn’t realize had left her lips.

She felt her core tighten—a pulse, a purr—a response so raw it stole her breath.

“…Like that, yeah?” he murmured at her ear, his voice all heat and certainty.

Then she heard it…

The quiet rasp of his zipper.

Her breath caught again. Not from fear—from anticipation, from the sheer heat of what was about to happen. The air between them thickened, her skin prickling with sensation as he stepped closer, chest pressing to her back, heat rolling off him in waves.

She could feel him—the weight of him—through the layers they hadn’t yet removed, and the hard confirmation of just how much he wanted her. One hand stayed on her chest, still lazily circling her nipple through the fabric, while the other slid lower, guiding her hips into place with a control that was both possessive and patient.

“You feel that?” he murmured, the tip of his nose grazing the side of her neck. “That’s what you do to me.”

She swallowed hard, her legs trembling, her palms flat against the stall door for balance. Her voice failed her, so she nodded, barely able to keep her head straight as sensation eclipsed thought.

The hand at her hip gripped tighter, then relaxed—a rhythm he was setting, just with touch. She could feel every breath he took behind her, every decision he was making. It made her body ache.

Then he leaned down, pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and whispered,

“Tell me to stop.”

She didn’t.

Couldn’t.

He suddenly felt warm against her, she shivered when his mouth met her nipple outside her dress and she was glad she didn’t put on a bra, a sigh escaping her lips… Slowly, his hands moved under the dress and he pulled it over her head. In this moment she honestly didn’t care if they were in a stall as his fingers found his way to her panties, and he plunged his finger into her clit without taking them off and she gasped.

“Wh…” That was the most she could get out as he started fucking her with his middle finger. She grabbed his hair—the only thing she could hold as her legs were failing her.

He stopped harassing her tit and looked up at her. Then he… smiled? She couldn’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl until he added another finger and started pumping into her with as much force and pleasure as he could muster. Her legs finally felt like jelly, so he sat on the toilet while his fingers kept assaulting her clit and his mouth ravaged her skin, and she was sure she’d see bruises the next day.

“You like that, yeah?” she heard him ask, but she was more focused on fucking his hand till she was c*mming all over his fingers. But he stopped and made her stand, which annoyed the hell out of her.

He spun her to face the stall’s door and she heard him tearing into a condom and she could feel her kitty get excited, but he had other plans…

She felt his hands this time but not caressing her as he was doing before, and then she felt him at her a*s’s entrance but he hesitated.

“You’re not a virgin, right?”

“Just fuck me,” she said, tired of all the pauses and resistance. He murmured incoherently before he thrusted into her slowly at first as though he were trying to get the feel of her. Then he thrust deeper and rougher, delving into her warm hole and slamming into her as she started dripping from her cunt.

“Touch yourself…”

“What?..”

“One finger in your c*nt and stop talking.”

And she did as she was told, and he kept fucking her like a crazed man, and she cried out at her first orgasm on her hands, but he didn’t stop.

He tore off the condom like he was tired of not being able to feel her. He lifted her but realized it wouldn’t work, so he made her sit on the toilet lid and spread her legs apart.

He slammed into her pussy this time like he had a mission to accomplish. Her head hit the wall, but she didn’t care if she was going to get a concussion or if they were going