One does

She glanced once more at the hole.

And saw movement again—no hesitation this time.

A second cock pushed through. Thicker. Darker. Already half-hard and swelling fast, veins ridged along the shaft, the head a deeper flush. This one came forward confidently, jutting out into the cooler air of her side, already starting to lift from its own weight.

Another voice on the other side, low and breathless. “Shit. She’s still there.”

Emily didn’t think. Her body moved on instinct—driven not by logic, not even lust, but something deeper. Something raw and restless that had been building for months. She dropped to her knees again, hands bracing on the cool tile floor, her breath already shallow.

She took the shaft in one hand—he was warm, heavy, bigger than the first—and lowered her mouth over the head, letting her tongue flick across the slit, tasting salt and skin. He throbbed instantly, his hips giving the faintest push forward.

She sucked slowly, drawing him in inch by inch, lips sealing tight around the girth. Her jaw stretched wider this time, her cheeks hollowing more as she adjusted. The weight of him filled her mouth. She stroked what she couldn’t take with one hand, slow and steady, coaxing him to full hardness.

And he responded.

He thickened in her mouth, growing hotter, stiffer with every pass of her tongue, every swirl and flick and gentle moan that vibrated around his cock. She could hear him breathing now—shallow, strained.

She pulled off with a wet sound, her hand pumping the shaft once, twice, watching the way it twitched in her grip.

Then—without a word—she stood.

Turned.

And faced away from the wall.

She bent forward over the seat of the chair, planting her hands against the cold plastic, her back arched, shorts already tugged down to her knees. Her pussy, slick and flushed, was bared completely now—parted by her own fingers as she guided the second stranger’s thick cock toward her entrance.

She angled her hips back, breath sharp as the head pressed against her folds—hot, wide, insistent.

Then she pushed.

The cock slid into her from behind with a slow, steady stretch that made her gasp—her mouth falling open, her eyes squeezed shut as the pressure filled her. Inch after inch sank into her slick heat, the wall now all that separated her from the boy on the other side.

He groaned—muffled but raw.

“Fuck, she’s tight…”

Emily bit her lip, her hands tightening around the edges of the chair. Her breasts swayed with the motion, still bound by the slick compression of the black sports bra, her nipples aching again from the friction and heat. The angle was perfect—his cock speared into her with a slow, powerful thrust that made her thighs tremble.

Then he pulled back—and drove into her again.

Harder this time.

The slap of skin against the wall echoed softly in the stall, muffled by the wall and her own breathing. Deep strokes, each one hitting just right, her pussy sucking him in with wet, eager sounds.

Emily braced herself, eyes fluttering, her knees starting to shake.

And still, he kept fucking her—deeper, harder, breath ragged with disbelief, lost in the sensation of her body wrapped tight around his cock.