"Arghhh… huhhhh…" I groaned, my voice rough and shaky as I leaned hard against Sara's back, my chest pressed tight to her from behind. My dick was still inside her, softening now but buried deep, my breath hot and uneven against her shoulder.
"Ahhhhh… yeahh…" she said, her voice low and lazy, swaying her ass slow against my groin, enjoying every second of it. Her maroon one-piece was still hiked up messy around her hips, her black jacket crumpled up as well. She tilted her head back a little, her smirk peeking out, her breath still fast from the climax.
I gulped hard, my throat dry, and pushed myself up straight, my hands sliding off her waist slow as I caught my breath. My shirt hung crooked, my pants and underwear tangled around my ankles, the air in the washroom thick with sweat and heat.
"See? It's fun, right?" she said, giggling soft, turning to face me. She brushed her fingers along my shirt collar, tugging it straight.
