JENNIFER
The second Lisa parked, I was out of the car like my ass was on fire.
“Gonna change real quick!” I squeaked, voice way too high, legs wobbling like a newborn giraffe.
Noah’s c*m was sliding down my thighs in thick, warm streaks. My bikini bottoms were basically a crime scene. I clutched my towel to my front and speed-walked toward the little concrete restroom block at the edge of the sand.
I could feel their eyes on me the whole way.
I slammed into a stall, locked it, and immediately shoved my bikini bottoms down. The fabric peeled away with a wet sound that made me want to die. Strings of Noah’s c*m clung to my p***y lips, dripping onto the tile.
I was frantically wiping with cheap toilet paper when the main door creaked open.
Two sets of footsteps.
The lock on my stall
