Cassidy nervously eyed Easton, unsure if he'd go along with her plan. If he didn't, she'd have to come up with something else.
Easton had been itching to mess up her dress. When she came downstairs that morning, he was already plotting how to do it.
She was rocking this stunning black dress, looking like a graceful black swan. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of sad, pitiful look she'd have if her wings got dirty.
But now, the black swan was looking up at him, pleading with those big eyes, and suddenly, he didn't feel like messing up her wings anymore.
He didn't say anything, but he did pull his hand away from Cassidy's vagina.
Cassidy let out a sigh of relief. Before long, all of her clothes were off.
Standing there naked in front of Easton, she felt his eyes on her chest. Feeling shy, she instinctively tried to cover herself up. But when she crossed her arms over her chest, she ended up pushing her breasts together, making her look even more tempting.
Easton's eyes narrowed, his desire growing stronger. He took off his jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it on the closed toilet lid. Cassidy watched, puzzled, as he undid his tie, unbuttoned his cuffs, and calmly unzipped his trousers.
"Lean over," he said.
Cassidy got it then; he wanted to take her from behind. She wanted to say no, but the look in Easton's eyes was kind of scary, making her too afraid to refuse. She swallowed hard and leaned over Easton's jacket, raising her hips.
Easton slapped her butt, the sound echoing in the stall.
Cassidy's face turned bright red. She lowered her head, covering her face, wishing she could disappear.
Easton touched her vagina, and she was already really wet. He couldn't help but tease, "So desperate? Getting wet just from a spanking?"
Cassidy was too embarrassed to say anything. She realized that Easton's spanking had actually turned her on, and her vagina couldn't stop getting wetter.
With her already so wet, Easton's penis slid into her easily. This position let him go deep. Cassidy grabbed the toilet, biting her lip to keep from moaning.
Easton thrust hard, each time going deep. Cassidy had to bite her hand to keep from making any noise, but her silence annoyed Easton.
He grabbed her breasts roughly, molding them to his liking, occasionally pinching her nipples. Cassidy's body was a perfect classic beauty—big breasts, a slim waist, and long legs.
Easton looked at her smooth, unmarked back. The sight made him want to leave his mark. He lowered his head and licked her back, making her shiver.
He lightly bit her back, his hands kneading her breasts, his penis thrusting inside her. With all that stimulation, more fluid flowed from Cassidy's lower body.
Every time Easton pulled out, it felt like he was dragging a flood of fluid with him, almost making him slip out entirely. His eyes turned dark with desire, and he thrust even harder.
"Why don't you cry out? Who satisfies you more, me or my father?" he taunted.
Cassidy's voice shook. "Don't bring up your father right now."
Easton sneered, grabbing her waist and pulling her close. "Answer me."
Cassidy couldn't hold back her moans under his relentless thrusts. She cried out, pleading, "You satisfy me more!"
Her vaginal walls clenched around him, and when he hit a certain spot, her body trembled. He knew that was her sweet spot, so he focused on it.
Just as she was about to climax, a voice came from outside the bathroom. "Cassidy, are you in there? The guests said you went to the bathroom, but it's been a while. Do you need any help?"
It was Owen! He was worried she might be having trouble, so he came to check.
Cassidy wanted to say she was fine, but Easton thrust even harder, making it impossible for her to control her moans, let alone speak. She was also terrified that if she didn't respond, Owen might come in.
The mere thought of Owen walking in on them made her tense up, and her vagina contracted around Easton, intensifying the sensation.
Easton felt her sudden tightness and, with a hint of sarcasm, whispered in her ear, "So excited to hear Owen's voice? Relax, you're too tense!"
Cassidy couldn't relax and bit her lips, trying not to make any sound. She silently prayed that Owen would leave them alone.
However, her silence annoyed Easton, especially as she tightened even more. He slapped her butt again, frustration evident in his movements.
His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Squeezing so tight, do you want Owen to come in and fuck you too? Why does he care so much about you? Did you seduce him?"
Cassidy was shocked and immediately denied it. "I didn't seduce O-Owen!"
The name "Owen" came out broken because Easton sped up his thrusts as soon as she tried to say it. Under the intense pleasure, she couldn't form a complete word.
"No?" Easton sneered. If she didn't seduce him, why did Owen always watch her?
"Owen is just a kid! How could I possibly seduce him?" Cassidy was furious. Owen was just an innocent teenager; she never thought of him that way!
Easton stopped talking and just kept thrusting.
Cassidy couldn't help but moan, but with someone outside the door, she had to control her voice, worried Owen might hear.
Easton kneaded her breasts hard, his fingers digging into her flesh. Cassidy grew so tense she was about to scream. Sensing her breaking point, Easton turned her head and silenced her with a forceful kiss, his tongue stifling her cries.