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My body was still trembling from my own orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. My clit was throbbing, my pussy kept contracting hungrily, and I felt so empty it almost hurt. I leaned against the partition, pressed my forehead against it, and whimpered softly but urgently through the glory hole:

“Peter… please… finger me a little more. I know you have to study, but give me a few more minutes… I need you right now.”

No sooner had I said it than his hand slipped through the hole. At first he felt around blindly, stroking my bare ass, briefly grabbing my soft cheek. Then he found his way deeper. Two fingers slid over my dripping slit, parted my swollen lips, and thrust into me.

I moaned, pressing myself immediately against his hand. The position was uncomfortable for him—he could only slide two fingers in and out, curve them slightly, but not really deep or really hard. Still, it felt dangerously good. I spread my legs even wider, crouched lower, pushed my ass back against the wall so he could reach me better. His fingers fucked me wet and sloppily, my juices running over his knuckles.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Deeper. Harder. A real cock.

“Peter… if you can somehow… please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore…”

His fingers withdrew. I heard him pant softly. Then something else came through the hole—his cock. Almost fully hard again, thick, warm, and throbbing. The head still glistened with my saliva and his first cumshot.

I smiled greedily, turned around, positioned myself with my back to the wall, legs spread wide, upper body bent forward. My ass pressed against the cold partition; I reached back, guided his glans directly to my dripping opening, and slowly pushed myself back.

“Yesss… finally…”

He slid into me in one long, deep thrust. Because he had just come, he was enduring, almost agonizingly hard. I felt every inch of him stretching me, his thick glans pressing against my most sensitive spots. The camera beneath us filmed everything from below: my plump ass slamming against the wall, my dripping, wide-stretched pussy taking in his shaft, and my heavy breasts swinging back and forth with every thrust.

Peter fucked me through the hole—slowly and deeply at first, then harder and harder. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed softly through the cubicles. I bit my forearm to keep from moaning too loudly as I pressed my ass rhythmically against the wall, taking him completely inside me with every thrust.

It built up quickly. My legs began to tremble, my pussy clenched tighter around him. “I’m about to come… don’t stop…,” I gasped through the wall. Then it hit me—a hard, deep orgasm that shook my whole body. My pussy clenched, milking his cock; fresh juice ran down my thighs and dripped onto the phone beneath me.

But I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside me when he came.

“Fill me… please… shoot it all inside me…,” I begged hoarsely.

He got faster, deeper, more uncontrolled. Then I felt it: His cock swelled once more, twitching violently. Hot, thick spurts of his cum shot deep into my pussy, pumping themselves inside me while I was still pulsing around him. He came for a long time, a lot—I felt it really filling me up.

When he finally pulled out slowly, my pussy stayed open for a moment—a soft, pink hole that closed only hesitantly. Thick, white cum oozed out, pulling long strands and dripping onto the floor right next to the camera lens. A warm, creamy drop even landed on the phone.

I was breathing heavily, turned around, and sat down on the toilet seat, exhausted. My legs were spread wide, cum continued to flow out of me, dripping onto the seat and the floor. My breasts were flushed, my nipples still rock-hard. I brushed a sweaty strand of hair from my face, smiled wearily at the camera, and whispered:

“Blowjob Day upgraded… I love you, you pervert.”