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Chapter 2 by Johnman13

What do you hear?

The scuffling of heavy boots as a thick-dicked goth bitch approaches...

There's a faint wisp of a noise, accompanied by a faint, sunset glow from underneath the stall. Suddenly, the extremely faint sound of distant music meets your ears- the thumping of excessive bass, just like the toilet-bound retreat of a nightclub. You can hear the steps of heavy boots, and from under the stall, you can spy a pair of jet-black stompers pass under, just out of view. Someone's coming to greet the gloryhole- your heart pounds in your chest.

There's a pause as your guest makes their way into the stall, and you can hear them fumble with their door lock repeatedly, as if faulty, before perhaps giving up on privacy- 'Ages 'til The Smashers..' you can hear them mutter, 'Might as well get my dick wet while I wait.'

You can see the black silk of a skirt's edge through the hole, and your face flickers in anticipation, as the girl's hands, adorned with long, slender nails, grip onto the front of her dress, immediately exposing cock-coloured flesh. It's not long until the mouth-watering, flaccid length is thrusted fairly violently through the aperture towards you, your partner bumping the stall's wall with a vibrating thud given her fervour. 'Anyone there?' she asks, almost too politely, her hips swaying side to side with what little room they have- emphasising her thick cock with a couple of gentle swings. The base of her cock is decorated with a dark, silk, lace choker-like accessory, the fabric pulled tight against her forearm-thick length. Her balls remain unseen, on the other side of the wall, out of reach- you doubt there would be much room for them anyway, given the limited space.

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'I can tell you're there!' she giggles playfully- 'I can feel your warm breath against my dick.' You instinctively stop breathing for a moment, having been called out. 'C'mon, girl.. I bet you're gorgeous looking. Don't be shy, gimme a kiss.' Your manliness winces internally. She thinks you're a girl. You overcome your brief pwang of shame, and make up your mind as to your next move.

How do you pleasure the mistaken Goth girl?

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