Ethan’s c**k slipped out of me with a wet, filthy pop as c*m and my squirt poured down my inner thighs in thick, warm rivulets that pooled on the tile floor beneath us like evidence. The stall air hung heavy with the raw scent of s*x, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead like a heartbeat in the silence. My legs trembled, barely holding me up against the cold metal wall, my skirt still bunched around my waist and panties twisted to the side, soaked through. He steadied me with strong hands on my hips, his c**k still hard and glistening with our mess, throbbing against my thigh like it had a mind of its own.
“Sit,” he rasped, his voice thick and commanding as he guided me backward until the backs of my knees hit the toilet lid. He lowered himself onto the seat, legs spread wide, c**k stan
