She didn’t know, after their last experience, if he’d want to fuck her pussy or her ass. She didn’t care. It was all good. Anything he wanted. She braced her hands on the marble wall of the bathroom stall and surged back into him, wanting him deeper, already shuddering with pleasure. And he had his fingers on her clit, teasing, pinching, hitting all the right spots. He thrust harder, deeper. He knew just how to do it, fast and furious. All the better if they weren’t going to get caught. Yet she came every time. Came harder than she ever had in her life. Oh, yes… She bit down on her lip. She knew to keep quiet. But she let out a little mewling sound so that he clapped a hand over her mouth, held tight. God, she loved that. That sensation of really being commanded. Taken over. The tension built, his hand and his cock working her. Hard. Merciless. Pleasure shafted deep into her body, spread, heating her skin all over. He whispered into her hair, “I love to fuck you, Karalee. Up against the wall like this.
