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The stall door barely held.Avery’s back was pressed against the cold metal, one leg hooked high around the guy’s hip while he drove into her in short, urgent thrusts. The men’s bathroom smelled like cheap soap and disinfectant. Somewhere beyond the thin partition a faucet dripped. She didn’t care. She had his shirt fisted in both hands and her mouth against his ear, breathing hard every time he bottomed out.“Harder,” she whispered.He obeyed. The stall rattled. Her other foot stayed planted on the tile so she could meet him, her hips rolling, taking every inch. The condom made soft wet sounds with each stroke. It was quick, messy, and exactly what she’d wanted between classes — nothing more.He finished with a muffled groan, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. Avery stayed still for a few seconds, letting him catch his breath, then pushed lightly at his chest. He pulled out carefully, tied off the condom, and dropped it in the little metal bin. She tugged her skirt back down, smo

The lecture hall was almost dark.Only the emergency lights above the exits glowed faintly, casting long shadows across the rows of empty seats. Avery waited until the last students left and the building quieted, then slipped back inside. Derek was still at the front, packing papers into his bag. He looked up when the door clicked shut behind her.For a second neither of them spoke.Then he set the bag down, walked up the steps between the rows, and met her halfway. His hand closed around her wrist and pulled her into the nearest row. The second they were between the seats he had her turned and bent forward over the back of a chair. Her hands braced on the cool plastic. He shoved her skirt up, yanked her panties down just far enough, and pushed two fingers into her from behind without warning.She was already wet. She had been wet since she decided to come back here.“You don’t stop,” he muttered, working his fingers deep and rough. “Even after I fucked you in a bathroom like a cheap

Avery woke to the feel of his hand on her hip.The room was still dark. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep—only that her body was sore in the best way and the sheets still smelled like sex. Derek’s chest was warm against her back. Then his hand slid lower, between her thighs, and found her already wet.“You said you wanted it again before morning,” he muttered against the back of her neck.She pushed her ass back against him in answer.He didn’t waste time. He shoved her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up until she was on her knees, and rolled a fresh condom on. The thick head of his cock dragged through her folds once, then he thrust in hard from behind, burying himself to the hilt. Avery’s breath punched out of her. She was still swollen and sensitive from earlier, and the sudden stretch made her fingers dig into the sheets.“Ahh Fuck—yes—”He set a rough pace right away, hips slamming against her ass. One hand came down hard on her right cheek, the sharp spank echoing in

Doris stayed on the bed long after the door clicked shut behind Marcus.Her body still throbbed. Both holes felt raw and open. Her cunt was sore and sticky with cum, her ass leaking the thick load he had left inside her. She could still feel the stretch. Every small shift of her legs reminded her that she was no longer a virgin in either place.She pressed her face into the pillow and closed her eyes. The taste of him was still on her tongue. The memory of his cock stretching her lips, heavy and thick, sliding over her tongue until she gagged, made her clench around nothing. She wanted it again, and back in her mouth. She wants to drop to her knees and suck him until her jaw aches, until spit ran down her chin and he used her throat the way he had just used her cunt and ass.The thought made her wet again, even through the soreness.She forced herself up, cleaned what she could with tissues at the bathroom sink, and pulled on a loose dress that hid the darkening bruises on her hips. H

The storm hit hard just as Abel was about to leave.Rain slammed against the windows in thick sheets, thunder rolling so loud it rattled the glass. The lights flickered once. Outside, the street had already turned into a dark river. Abel stood by the front door, jacket half on, staring at the downpour.“You’re not driving in that,” Caleb said from the couch. “Stay. Parents won’t be back till Monday anyway.”Andrea watched from the kitchen doorway, her arms loosely crossed. She was twenty. Caleb, her stepbrother, was twenty-two. Abel, his best friend since high school, was the same age. The three of them had the house to themselves for the whole weekend. That fact sat heavy in the air.Abel looked at her for a second longer than necessary, then dropped his jacket. “Fine. But I’m not sleeping on the floor.”They ended up back in the living room. The game was already set up on the coffee table — cards, a half-empty bottle of whiskey, and the kind of stupid dares that always got out of ha