Colonial Field Trip: Jason and Leah have a quickie in the stall.

And there it was again the shy smile and light blushing on his face as he looked at her breathlessly.

Leah couldn’t help but smile as she tilted her head to one side and slowly grasped her hand around the pulsing member.

“It’s not a big deal…” He began before she interrupted Jason.

“It’s a huge fucking deal,” Leah whispered as she began to stroke it softly. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked up into the blue of his.
"And I want it all inside me..." she purred as she gave it a teasing little flick and turned around. She could see his excited smirk in the mirror in front of her as she leaned against the sink sticking her ass out and giving him an inviting wiggle.

Her back moved into his hands as he grabbed her by her hips once more, she was surprised by what determination he roamed down her body, giving her soft behind a firm naughty squeeze that made her gasp before he pulled her skirt up to her hips. She looked at his face in the mirror, the way he was staring at her ass, and how he was biting his lip, as Leah whispered "Pull 'em down, big boy!"

He followed her order and another hot moan escaped her lips and joined his groan as his hand slipped down between her thighs.
{if blackmail_bbc = 100}"Is that all for me?" Jason teased softly as his fingers caressed over the slick folds. "Hm-Mmmh." Lied Leah... after all, he didn't need to be bothered by her adventure in the bus.{endif}
"Just fuck me, please..." cooed the teacher as she bucked her pussy against his hand spreading her legs further. Again, he was good at following her wishes as he gave her another slap, that made her butt flush red before she reached back to spread her cheeks with one hand.
Her eyes went wide as she felt the pressure of his tips against her sweet little pussy... and then the girth move further into her. Her breath quickened as she felt herself being spread and her hands gripping the sink tighter. A long drawn out needy whimper welcomed his massive cock in her tight embrace... but what was really rewarding wasn't him being inside her.
No, it was his face. That moment of utter bliss that painted his visage as he moaned her name under his breath...

It was that moment that painted her voice into a soft warm plead.
"Fuck me, Jason. Please."
And she moaned.
He fucked her... and she had never felt like that before. She could watch her tits bounce under her blouse and him reaching under the fabric to play with her tits... but there was that feeling.
The soft delightful pain of being spread like that. Of a cock, brushing against her spot and then stuffing her so obscenely full... He never missed a beat, and had her head not been so empty she would've admired his thigh muscles along with his perfect rhythm.

Her legs were shaking and her jaw hurt from how she clenched her teeth to not cry through the whole bathroom. It was his sounds that filled it. The smacking of skin against skin when she pushed her hips back, and his grunting so close to her ear as he bent over her.

The hand between her thighs circling on her twitching little nub didn't help her keeping her mind clear.

"I am close." The words came to her as if through thick fog... and slowly reality came back. She was fucking her coworker in a museum toilet.