Emily clung to my shoulders, her face buried in the crook of my neck. She bit her lip, trying hard to keep any sounds from escaping.
Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but move faster, but with someone in the next stall, I kept it gentle.
The stall door barely moved where she leaned against it.
Suddenly, Emily's body tensed, and her hips started moving up and down.
She actually climaxed with someone right next door! I'd never seen anyone so daring.
Just then, the toilet flushed in the next stall.
I stopped, waiting for the woman to leave so I could go all out with Emily.
But the woman didn't leave right away. She stood there for a moment.
"At ten tonight, I'll come to your bar to pick up a male model. Make sure he's top quality and good in bed. Meet me at the usual spot." Her voice was familiar, cold like a winter stream.
"Got it, Ms. Thomas. I'll arrange it," a man's voice replied, low and electric.
I recognized Matthew's voice.
I never thought someone from our company would go to Matthew's adult entertainment place to pick up guys.
Who was this woman? Besides Emily and Grace, who else in our department had such strong desires?
Soon, I heard rustling from the next stall, like she was putting her phone away.
Then, the stall door opened, and the sound of high heels echoed in the restroom.
It wasn't until the footsteps faded that I started moving again, thrusting into Emily.
She twisted her hips, making me go even deeper.
I let out a low moan, the urge to finish building up inside me.
I clenched my teeth, trying to hold back.
I stayed inside her without moving for a bit.
It wasn't about self-control. Emily had just climaxed, and she was super sensitive.
Even with just a little movement, her body trembled.
As she twisted her hips again, I went even deeper.
The trembling wasn't just on the surface; it felt like her whole body was contracting around me.
It felt like a flower closing its petals around me, creating a tight suction that almost pulled me in.
I had to pull out a bit to take a break.
I hadn't been at it long enough to feel satisfied. The desire still burned inside me, pushing me to keep going.
While I paused my thrusts, I grabbed her round, perky butt with both hands, kneading it like dough, really getting into it.
What surprised me was how sensitive her butt still was.
As I kneaded, she moved her hips in sync with my hands, moaning softly.
Watching her, I not only held back the urge to finish, but my cock got even harder.
I lifted her up and pressed her against the door, her legs dangling. I took a few steps forward, my abs pressing against her soft, flat belly.
I reached down, grabbed my cock, and after moistening the tip with her juices, I thrust it into her pussy.
As soon as I did, Emily arched her back, tilting her head back and taking a deep breath.
Her legs clamped around my waist, holding on as I thrust.
Emily moaned and moved with me.
After about ten minutes, she climaxed again.
Her limbs went limp, so I turned her around and placed her on the flush tank.
I positioned her legs on either side of the tank, holding her thighs firmly.
She was so petite that even sitting on the tank, my cock pressed against her abdomen.
To fuck her, I had to bend my knees a bit, then lift my cock and thrust it into her pussy.
Emily couldn't help but exclaim, her voice full of excitement.
I squeezed one of her breasts with one hand and pressed on her clit with the other, kneading both vigorously.
With each thrust, a squirt of juice gushed out.
It wasn't a lot, but the continuous thrusting made my lower body wet.
To be safe, I pulled my suit pants down to my knees, avoiding getting them wet.
At the same time, I flicked her clit with my fingers, causing her pussy to spray juice, splashing on my abs.
"Hold it in, don't wet my clothes. No one will bring me new ones," I reminded her.
"You're thrusting too deep. I can't help it. "
Emily's toes curled tightly, her calf muscles showing smooth lines.
After about ten minutes, she spasmed again, squirting a long stream of juice from her pussy.
The hot juice steamed, forming a beautiful arc in the air.
Three orgasms should have been Emily's limit. After this one, her pussy clung tightly to my cock.
It was hard to pull out or thrust in.
My shaft was bulging with veins, feeling the tight squeeze.
"Your pussy is incredible," I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
In the end, I couldn't hold back and came hard. As I pulled out, my cock was still pulsing, spraying semen everywhere in the stall, filling the air with its distinctive scent, creating an utterly decadent scene.