I smirked, my hands tightening around her waist. Leaning in, I whispered into her ear, my voice a low, teasing murmur. "Seems like someone's popular."
She shot me a glare, but her face was flushed, her nervous energy palpable.
"Shhh..." she murmured, trying to make me silent.
The voices continued, casual chatter filling the space just outside the stall. Natasha remained on my lap, my dick inside her pussy hole.
"Relax," I whispered again, tracing the curves of her chest. "They don't know a thing… yet."
Natasha's head turned sharply toward the stall wall, her breath catching as her boyfriend's voice echoed through the washroom. Her body froze for a moment, trembling against mine.
I couldn't help but smirk, leaning into her ear. "Looks like we've got an audience." Before she could react, I thrust into her once more.
"Ahh—" she moaned softly, quickly clapping a hand over her mouth to control the sound.
