With her little skirt around her ankles

Her delightful rosy color pussy on full display by a ripped open hole through her fishnet stockings. Seems like she and a guy from her past used to have fun John thought. A small coated moistness flow from Holly pussy lips which made John think about what it could be.

He close the stall door behind him as Holly smile a serial killer like grin at him. Her petite chest still in her crop top which drove John crazy. A huge tent begins to pitch inside of his pants.

Holly said in a assertive voice. "Kneel on the bathroom floor, I wish for you to lick my pussy immediately." Her tiny frame and strong sounding tone of voice makes John feels like a beta male.

He couldn't believe his actions. He fell to the not too clean bathroom floor as John finally meet Holly sweet confidence pussy face to groin. With him being inches away from the ebony devine pink pussy, he sees a vast amount of pearly white liquid falling down her thighs.

John gulps. He sticks out his soft tongue. His tongue move mere inches towards Holly sexs. He dives right in as his tongue taste the falling bitter white liquid. The smell of Holly's pussy mix with the clear color guilds reminds John of a wet dog. Like a fun loving man best friend but ruin by the nasty wetness of rain. His tongue, however happily lap up the liquid from her pussy and thighs eating her beautiful pussy. His mouth suckle at her small clit and pussy lips.

Holly doesn't let out any type of moans or encouragement. Her hands on her hips judging John form like a gymnastics coach to his gymnasts. A evil snare shot down from her eyes as she pulls herself away from John when he finished licking the last drops of the liquid off of her body.

"See you later loser." She said with a hint of loathing in her voice. She prepares to pull her skirt up and leave. Then she look down at John still on the floor with her hand on stall door. "Tell your friend to call me. Haha."