Throat-fucked against the bathroom stall wall
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Jeans yanked to her knees, white tank riding up, she drops to the bathroom floor and swallows him whole. Cock pistons between her lips, throat working overtime as her nails scratch at the stall door. The tile is cold against her knees but she doesn’t care, not when his hips lock against her face and she gags around every inch. He grips her ponytail tight, forcing her deeper until her mascara smudges and her breath hitches. The stall walls vibrate with every thrust, the sound of wet flesh and desperate moans filling the tight space. When he finally pulls back, her lips are swollen and glossy, her throat raw from the workout.
