Pa!
At this moment, Violet's hands were leaning against the door. Her entire body was bent slightly forward, creating a beautiful curve between the back and waist. When I looked, I saw that her beautiful face was covered by her billowing skirt.
Squeak!
Then, the door of the stall seemed unable to withstand the continuous pushing that was being added to it. Pressing on it was okay, but the person pressing against it constantly applied waves of pressure, making it squeak loudly in protest.
The rhythm of my breathing began to become more and more distorted. Violet and I were both entering a good stage of s*x, drawing closer and closer to orgasm. The skirt fell swiftly down. I circled her slender waist and hugged her tightly in my arms.
Violet turned back, her gaze distant and unseeing.
