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“Au–”
“Shhhhh.”
He pressed a hand to my lips. Simultaneously, he pushed my dress upward and my panties to the side. He slid me closer to him as he fumbled with his pants. It wasn’t long before I felt his shaft against my center and his mouth on mine.
He penetrated me. Twice.
His tongue.
His pole.
“Auuuuggggg—”
“Shhhhhhh.”
He had far too much faith in me. I couldn’t keep quiet. It was impossible.
His lips left mine. They drew closer to my ear. His breathing was sporadic. They didn’t match his even, deep strokes.
“I’ve missed you, Ti,” he whimpered. “And my pussy.”
“Augussssst–”
“Everyone is going to know you’re getting fucked in this restroom if you don’t quiet down.”
“Auggg–”
“Ti–”
He pressed his arm against my mouth, encouraging me to release through a different outlet. I sank my teeth into his arm. His strokes intensified.
“Mmmmm.”
His eyes never left me. Mine never left him. The sound of our connection was so profound. It was impeccable. It was the greatest melody ever created.
“Fuck,” he grunted, lowly.
“Mmmmm.”
“I missed this shit.”
My body slid to the end of the counter, giving him unrestricted access to all of me. The back of my thighs and cheeks slapped against his skin. I closed my eyes as I felt the waves begin to pile in.
He removed his arm from my mouth and replaced it with his lips. One hand kept me steady as he plummeted into me. The other gripped the back of my neck, bringing me closer to him.
“August. August. Augggg?—”
“Fuck, Ti. Shit leaking.”
He loosened his grip around my neck and pushed my chest until my body was nearly flat against the counter. His thumb pressed into my clit, moving from side to side while sending me into oblivion.
I was pinned between him and the mirror behind me, giving me no room for movement. No room for escaping. I wastrapped, but my orgasm gave me a sense of freedom. Liberation accompanied the wild ride his strokes were responsible for.
“August, please.”
“Please what, Ti?”
“Pleas– I’m cum– Auggg.”
