Double-Teamed in the College Bathroom ?

First year of college, and I’m a hot mess.
It’s been a month since I ditched my sorry excuse of a boyfriend, and I’m absolutely ravenous for some action. I stormed into the new academic year like a feral beast, and on day one, I let a smoking-hot senior pin me down in the grimy bathroom stalls. All it took was a sly wink, and boom—he’s pounding me instead of cramming for calculus. Did it quench my thirst? Hell no. My body was screaming for more, dripping with need. I spent the whole damn night touching myself, desperate for relief.
Next day, mid-lecture, my phone buzzes with a text: “Meet me there. ?”
Fuck yes, it’s him. I mumbled some bullshit excuse to the prof and bolted. He’s waiting for me, smirking like the devil himself. I’m practically sprinting, my mind racing with images of riding him raw.
He yanks up my skirt, grabs my ass with a grip that could bruise, and starts railing me from behind. I’m on the edge, ready to explode from his relentless thrusts, when the door creaks open. My ex walks in, eyes wide, and…
Wanna know what happens next? Keep reading, you filthy animal.

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