Bathroom stall interruption
Prescott
I had her bent over in the cramped toilet stall, slamming into her from behind like a man possessed. My hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back as I drove deep. Her loud moans echoed off the walls with every brutal thrust.
“f**k, Press… oh God, yes!” she cried, pushing back against me, grinding on my c**k like she couldn’t get enough.
I didn’t even remember her name, of course I didn’t care all I cared about was the tight, wet heat squeezing my d**k and the way her t**s bounced every time I pounded into her. I reached around, grabbing and fondling her full breasts, pinching her n*****s as I f****d her harder.
She was close, I could feel her walls clenching around me I grabbed her neck, applying just enough pressure as I slammed into her faster, f**k she’s sweet. Gripping her hips tighter, I gave her everything I had until she shattered, screaming my name as her orgasm ripped through her.
I pulled out, ripped off the condom, and pushed her down to her knees. Like a good girl, she immediately took me into her warm mouth, slurping greedily, trying to take me all the way.
I groaned, grabbing her hair and thrusting harder, f*****g her mouth deep until she gagged. She squeezed my balls, eyes watering, but still eager to please. “That’s it,” I growled. “Take it like a pro.”
“f**k, I’m gonna c*m…”
The stall door suddenly slammed open.
Too late.
I spilled all over her pretty face just as a fat girl standing in the doorway screamed and covered her eyes in horror.
Shit.
The girl on her knees giggled, wiping her face. I casually pulled up my shorts, not bothering to rush, I recognized the intruder immediately the curvy, plus-size girl who’d been eyeing me earlier with clear disdain.
“What the f**k are you staring at, fatso?” I drawled, zipping up. “Barging in on me banging this chick?”
She lowered her hands, face burning with shock and disgust. “Are you crazy? You’re the one f*****g someone in the public toilet and you’re questioning me about barging in?
I smirked, flashing her my most arrogant smile. “Jealous? You want a taste of this d**k, don’t you?”
“Ewww! You’re disgusting!” She turned on her heel and stormed out.
I chuckled and turned back to the girl I’d just f****d. I gave her a soft kiss and a firm spank on the ass. “Thanks, sweetheart catch you later.”
She pouted. “You’re leaving already?”
“Yes, love. Gotta get settled in this ridiculous camp.”
I walked out of the bathroom, still buzzing from the release, when the camp master’s voice boomed over the speakers.
“Everyone gather at the main hall! Time for room assignments. You’ll be paired up for the week.”
I joined the crowd, girls immediately flocking around me, batting their lashes and whispering. A few even touched my arm boldly, I gave them my signature grin, enjoying the attention.
The camp master started calling names, splitting us into twos for the cabins.
“Aurora Martins and Zoe Thompson.”
I glanced over, it’s the far girl ouuu so her names Aurora interesting, she walked towards a pretty brunette. They hugged, giggling they seemed close. Best friends, probably. Zoe was exactly my type: slim, flirty, with a bright smile. Perfect.
“Prescott Zane and Josh Miller.”
I got paired with some random guy named Josh, he seemed chill enough. As we moved toward our assigned area, I caught Aurora staring daggers at me from across the group. Pure hatred radiated from her eyes.
I smirked and winked at her.
Her glare only intensified.
She seems like some goody two shoes.
This camp just got a whole lot more interesting. Aurora Martins hated my guts, good the feeling is mutual. But something about the way she looked at me like I was the lowest scum on earth stuck with me.
I shook it off. I was here to have fun, f**k around, and enjoy my summer. Not to worry about some angry, curvy girl who couldn’t handle the sight of a real man enjoying himself.
Still… I couldn’t wait to piss her off again.
