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Magnifique, Part 2
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Submitted by Horsieboi on Wednesday - April 16, 2008
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Hmm peculiar I figured she was probably in the bathroom, and it occurred to me that that was probably a good idea for me as well. As I walked to the back hallway where the bathrooms are (the men's room is first, on the right, women's room is second, on the left), the women's room door opened and out she came looking fresh and hotter than ever, and she looked so good that I didn't bother stopping at the men's room door. I kept walking straight at her, pushed her back against the wall, pinned her with my body, and started making out with her fiercely.
After about 4 seconds, the initial surprise wore off, and all the stuff in her hands clattered noisily to the floor in response as she wrapped her arms around me in reaction, and she pressed her body into mine, moaning and making me hotter by the second (as if that were even POSSIBLE). She had admitted to me next door that she was wet sitting there talking to me, and my hand now dove down the front of her skirt to discern the truth.
It was nearly running down her leg.
We made out hard for a few minutes against the hallway, and then I bent over, picked up her stuff, pushed it into her (perfect C) chest and guided her backwards loudly through the women's room door, bounced off the stall, never breaking contact with her lips, never taking our hands off of each other.
We finally managed to get into the stall, and I jammed her body hard against the inside corner, tugged at her short skirt and dove in while she tried to remain standing, shaking with the hurricane force of our mutual arousal, and she nearly fell over as I stroked her sensitive insides. You'd think she might want to be quiet in such a surrounding, but she wasn't, and neither was I yet another reason for me to enjoy her and as the stall door teetered closed behind us, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that it remained partially open. Perfect. Just like I like it.
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