55 - Fred

I was already very impressed that my security was containing the curiosity of others far away from the bathroom, since we did not make the slightest effort to stifle the sounds. And fuck... the sounds... not just the moans, but everything.

The world was summed up to the sound of our bodies beating each other, our flesh coming together, and that absurd horniness rising against us. I couldn't hear what was happening outside the bathroom, because all my blood was concentrated in my ears. Because all I could feel was my faster and faster heartbeat.

And my own cock that pulsed absurdly against Becca's intimacy. She moaned my name. Only once. And I slid a finger at her clitoris, pressing that point. It was appealing, I knew. Some woman had control over that part of her body.

And Becca always lost control when I paid too much attention to her clitoris. It was the fastest way to push her to the limit, and I wouldn't stop until we were together.

I pressed and pushed my cock, satisfied when she