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I saw everything on the huge screen.

The second cock was throbbing violently inside Lena. On Camera 1 (from below), you could see exactly how it pulsed deep inside her, how her pussy clenched spasmodically around it. Then he came—long, powerful spurts that you could almost see pumping into her. Lena moaned loudly and pressed her ass firmly against the wall so he could empty every last drop into her.

Shortly after, both guys withdrew. You could hear doors slamming, footsteps receding. The stall next door was empty again.

Lena stayed. Just like last time. She sat down on the toilet seat, spread her legs, and played with the cum slowly running out of her pussy. She scooped it out with two fingers, smeared it over her labia, and smiled contentedly.

Then it happened.

A new guy entered the stall on the right. Camera 3 showed him clearly: tall, dark-skinned, muscular. He pulled down his pants—and a huge, thick black cock came into view. Even in the red emergency light, it was clear: that wasn’t me. The cock was significantly longer, thicker, and much darker than mine.

Lena froze for a moment.

Then I saw her grab her phone and start typing. The message appeared live on my locked phone, which the blonde was holding in her hand.

**Lena:** Peter, what should I do?!

There’s a new guy next door. His cock is huge and black. I can’t get out… there are definitely people outside who would recognize me right away. What do I do now??

The guy knocked impatiently on the wall. Once. Twice. The thick black cock was already sticking out stiff and twitching through the glory hole.

I wanted to scream, wanted to tell her to get out of there immediately—but I was gagged, tied up, helpless. My heart was racing.

The blonde held my phone up to my face until it was unlocked and read the message aloud. The whole lecture hall listened in.

A loud murmur broke out.

“Tell her to take it all!”—shouted one half.

“Tell her to run!”—cried the other half.

The blonde grinned, thought for a moment, and then typed the reply herself. She read it aloud before sending it:

Peter: Lena, you can stay in the booth as long as you want.

I still have to keep studying down here.

Enjoy your time, baby.

I love you. ❤

The message went out.

On the screen, I saw Lena open it. She read it once… twice. Her expression shifted from uncertainty to a dirty, horny smile.

She bit her lip, stood up, walked to the wall, and leaned her upper body against it. Then she reached with both hands for the huge black cock protruding through the hole. She could barely wrap one hand around it.

“Fuck… it’s really huge…,” she whispered audibly.

She took it in both hands first, stroking it admiringly, then she leaned forward and took the thick, shiny head into her mouth. The lower camera showed everything: how her lips had to stretch, how she could only fit half of it and massaged the rest with both hands. Her saliva immediately ran down in thick strands.

The blonde kept jerking off my own cock, slowly and firmly, while I had to watch my girlfriend willingly suck a stranger’s huge black cock—because I’d just texted her myself to tell her to enjoy the moment.

Cheers erupted in the lecture hall.

And I could only breathe helplessly into Lena’s wet panties and watch.