I moved towards him slowly.
He watched me.
I stopped right in front of him, leaned up and pressed my lips to his.
One of his hands slid to the back of my neck, and he kissed me hard. I grabbed his shirt and felt him grip my waist.
He walked me backward into the furthest stall.
The lock turned.
His mouth stayed on mine, rough and demanding. His hands shoved the red dress up further. He slid my panties down my legs, pulled them off. Then slid it into his pocket.
His knuckles brushed against me, feeling how much I wanted him. A low sound came from his throat. I looked down, saw his knuckles glistening.
Then he lifted my leg and slowly pushed a finger inside me. I gasped.
He watched my expression. Then slowly pushed another one in and my head fell back.
He slid his fingers in a
