You get to work

The voice on the other side grows impatient, the nasally tone sharp with annoyance. "Come on, already! Don't make me wait all day!" The cock in your hand twitches, the foreskin slightly parted, revealing the damp, pink head beneath. You can smell the musk of sweat and urine, a pungent mix that clings to the flesh. Reluctantly, you lean forward, your lips brushing against the warm, sticky surface. The girl on the other side lets out a satisfied sigh as you take her into your mouth, the taste bitter and salty, like stale sweat and forgotten showers.

The taste is vile, a mix of stale sweat and something sharper, almost metallic, that makes your stomach churn. You gag slightly as the head brushes against the back of your throat, but you **** yourself to continue, each suck a struggle against your revulsion. The girl on the other side moans, a high-pitched, nasal sound that grates on your nerves, and you can hear the muffled laughter of the others, their voices distant but still audible. The cock in your mouth twitches, the foreskin slipping back to reveal more of the damp, pink head, and you can feel the warmth spreading through your hands as you grip it tightly.

As you continue, the girl's moans grow louder, more nasal, and the others can't help but giggle and cheer, their excitement palpable even through the thin walls. The line forms quickly, each girl eager for her turn, their chatter turning into a cacophony of anticipation. Chelsea collects the money with a smirk, her voice rising as she coordinates the queue. The first girl finishes with a satisfied sigh, pulling her cock back through the hole, leaving you gasping for air, your mouth slick with her fluids.

As the first girl finishes, her cock slips out of your mouth, leaving a trail of viscous, stringy cum that clings to your lips. The taste is overpowering, a mix of stale sweat and something sharp, almost metallic, that makes your stomach churn. You can feel the warmth of her fluids dripping down your chin, and the smell lingers, a pungent mix of urine and sweat that clings to your senses.

The next girl steps in the stall, her voice high-pitched and squeaky as she peers through the gloryhole. "Hey, bitch," she says, her tone laced with a mixture of excitement and arrogance. "I heard you're supposed to be good at this. Let's see if you can handle me." She thrusts her hips forward, her uncut penis bobbing slightly as she moves. The foreskin is partially pulled back, revealing the glistening pink head beneath. "I want you to peel back my foreskin and give it a tender kiss," she commands, her voice dripping with entitlement. "And don't even think about biting or doing anything funny.

You hesitate for a moment, the memory of the first girl's bitter taste still lingering on your tongue, before reaching out to comply with the second girl's demand. Her foreskin is slick with precum, and as you peel it back, the fishy smell hits you like a wave—sharp, acrid, and unmistakable. The head beneath is swollen and red, glistening with a mix of sweat and stale precum that clings to your lips as you press them against it. She lets out a squeaky moan, you hear her hips jerking against the wall as she thrusts deeper into your mouth.

The way she reacts makes you think she's probably a virgin.

The second girl's moans escalate into a shrill whine as your mouth wraps around her virgin cock, the foreskin still clinging to the head with a sticky film of precum and sweat. The fishy smell is overpowering, a mix of stale urine and the musky tang of a day spent in tight school uniforms. Her hips buck involuntarily as your tongue traces the underside of her shaft, the texture rough and slick with her own fluids. "Oh my god, this feels so good," she squeaks, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment.

The second girl's whine reaches a fever pitch as she finishes, she pumps a healthy load of hot virile dickgirl cum with the texture of yogurt. She spends a minute with her hips jerking in short, spasmodic thrusts before she pulls away, leaving you gasping. The metallic tang of her fluids lingers on your tongue, mixing with the stale sweat that clings to the air. Before you can catch your breath, the next girl steps forward, her voice sharp and commanding. "Get ready, slut," she snaps, her huge 15 inch black cock through. Her circumcised mushroom tip had a deep purple tint to it. It smells so raw. That's when you realize you recognize the voice and owner of this cock, it's Clarissa, one of your schoolmate, 2 grades your junior.