ColtonWhat in the world just happened? No, seriously. What the hell did I do?
I shift my pants a bit as I walk. My hard, throbbing c**k is killing me, the friction making it all so much worse. I pull over to the side of the empty hallway and rest my back against the cold, metal doors. I take a few deep breaths to try to wash this away. But her smell and taste, like honey and exotic fruits, just sticks to the back of my nose and mouth more. And it all gets worse. Without thinking, I pound my hand into the locker door sending the piercing bang throughout the hallway.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal. I’ve done this before, loads of time. I’ve nailed waitresses at cafés and restaurants, bartenders behind their own bars, and even a policewoman in her squad car after a routine stop. Taki
