Some alone time.

With Nelson occupied with retrieving their refreshments and Morgan left to her own devices, out lustful maiden snuck off to find an empty bathroom tucked down a dark, narrow hallway. Morgan cast a hasty glance up and down the hall before ducking quickly into the women's room. The lights had flickered on when they detected the movement of the opening door.

"Oh good." Morgan whispered to herself as she dipped into a stall at the far end of the restroom, quickly stepping out of dress to reveal her exposed mound.

"Fuck..." Morgan gasped as she planted a foot atop the toilet, her fingers rubbing eagerly against her needy twat. "...shit..." She breathed as she fell against the wall, her fingers plunging into that sopping hole. "Mm-fuck, ugh, ugh, shit..." Morgan whined.

Morgan's head leaned against the wall as she jillled herself with growing fervor, her fingers making loud wet squelching noises as those slender digits curled into her eager folds. She had been thoroughly engrossed with her erotic mission she hadn't heard the door open.

As Morgan leaned over the toilet, she reached back around, her soft moans no longer a lusty-whisper as she drew ever nearer to orgasm.

"Care for some help?" Came a distinctly male voice.

"What the fuck?!" Morgan screamed as her orgasm burst from between her thighs, her quaking legs threatening to give out from under her as she braced herself against the wall for support.

"Ope! Sounds like you got it." The male voice laughed.

Morgan fell down atop the toilet, her arousal glistening in a puddle beneath her on the floor. Panting, she slowly turned around to face the stall door, her eyes peering down, searching for evidence of her voyeur.