INGRID frantically adjusted her clothes, terrified of being caught with Fabius inside the cubicle. Before she could fix her skirt, Fabius suddenly pulled her close and hugged her.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice firm, her eyes wide.
"Shh. Chill. I like this kind of thing. It's thrilling," Fabius said with a grin, lifting her skirt again and turning her around so she was facing away from him. Ingrid instinctively placed her hands on the door, Fabius behind her.
"Fabius, stop—oh my God!" The panic in Ingrid's voice turned to a gasp as she felt Fabius shift, moving her panty aside. Then she felt a hard object slowly entering her.
"Ahh!" Ingrid moaned softly, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip to stifle further sounds. She couldn't be caught with Fabius in the cubicle
