Vaughn froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt, his c**k throbbing inside her. Nancy’s breath caught, her entire body tense and trembling. The door was locked—thank God it was locked—but the handle turned again, more insistently this time.
“Locked too? What the hell, man. This school sucks.”
The voices grumbled, laughing, and the footsteps started to move away, heading further down the hallway toward another set of restrooms. But they didn’t go far. Nancy could still hear them—muffled conversation, someone lighting a cigarette, casual s**t-talk about old teachers and who got fat.
Vaughn waited until the voices were just distant enough, then resumed his torture.
He started f*****g her again—slow, deep, relentless. Each thrust was controlled, designed to drive her insane without making too
