WC Day 9 - Not really

"Not really," you say. "But I do have to put you back."

Meryl sighs and walks over to you. "OK, but does it have to be right now? Can't I go back in... ten minutes?"

You have GOT to be stronger than this.

You are not.

You are in a stall, seated, deep inside her. Her back is to you, and your arms are wrapped tightly around her body. You slide your hands up to her breasts and firmly squeeze and massage them as she rocks her hips. She turns her head to kiss you, you walls twitching and shivering around your shaft. You run one hand down her belly to touch her clit, making her arch her back and get loud. You cover her mouth, but your hoarse gasping is pretty loud too... you hope no one walks in.

"Fuck yes," she moans, leaning forward and putting her hands on the stall door. You stand up, bringing her hips with you. With her bent over, you pick up the pace. She twitches and shakes, so she has to be close. You stop and caress her round ass and she looks over her shoulder at you... so you give her what she wants, fucking her so hard that her buttocks are red and she's gritting her teeth as she cums. Her juices dribble down her legs to the floor, followed by a splash of your cum as you slide out of her. Breathless, you sit back down on the toilet, spent.

Meryl quickly pulls up her pants. She gives you a kiss on the cheek, then runs.

Great. She got away again. But you are still feeling pretty good. You can't even move. Oh well.