Momo sat perched on the closed toilet lid, her legs wrapped loosely around Takumi's waist, her skirt hiked up around her hips like a rumpled crown. The air in the cramped stall was thick with the scent of their mingled arousal, musky and sweet, laced with the faint tang of sweat.
Her large breasts heaved with each shallow breath, nipples still pebbled from his earlier attentions, and her raven hair clung to her damp forehead in disheveled strands.
Takumi stood between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he thrust into her in a steady, controlled rhythm, not too deep, not yet, mindful that this was her first time.
His thick cock slid in and out with deliberate care, parting her slick, virgin walls that clung to him like velvet gloves, warm and impossibly tight. Each gentle push elicited a low, breathy moan from her lips, her body adjusting to the intrusion with a mix of pain and blooming pleasure.
He revelled in it, the knowledge that he was her first, the one dismantling her composure, claiming what no one else had. The thought sent a thrill through him, heightening every sensation: the way her pussy fluttered around him, the heat enveloping his shaft, the subtle resistance that gave way to yielding softness.
"How are you feeling, Momo?" he murmured, his voice low and husky, eyes searching her flushed face. She bit her lip, her dark eyes half-lidded with a haze of sensation.
"It... it feels good," she whispered, her voice trembling, a soft gasp punctuating the words as he rocked forward again. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in lightly, grounding herself against the building waves. Takumi locked his eyes on hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that made her cheeks burn even hotter. She tried to look away, her long lashes fluttering as shyness crept in, but he chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through their connected bodies.
"No hiding now," he teased, his hands sliding under her thighs to lift her effortlessly off the seat. Momo gasped as he pinned her back against the cool metal of the stall door, her legs wrapping tighter around him for support. The new angle allowed him to inch deeper, his cock pressing further into her welcoming heat, stretching her just a bit more. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained now, echoing off the tiled walls like a symphony of surrender, sharp, needy sounds that filled the space.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss to muffle the cries, his tongue delving into her mouth with possessive hunger. Their breaths mingled, hot and frantic, as he pulled back just enough to whisper against her swollen lips,
"We'll get caught if you keep screaming like that, Momo. Keep it down... for now." She nodded quickly, her eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
"I'm sorry," she breathed, her voice small and apologetic, laced with that innate politeness that made her so endearing, and so intoxicating to break. Takumi's heart fluttered at her words, a strange warmth blooming in his chest amid the lust. It fueled him, made him bolder.
He thrust deeper, burying more of his length inside her, feeling her walls clench in response. Momo squealed, the sound high and breathless, her body arching against the door as pleasure spiked through her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin as he continued to thrust, steady and insistent.
The rhythm built, his hips rolling with each push, the wet slap of skin on skin growing more pronounced in the confined space.
As they found their groove again, her moans syncing with his grunts, he nipped at her earlobe and whispered hotly, "If you want all of me, Momo... just ask. I can give you everything, as far as you can take it."
He waited, his thrusts slowing to a teasing grind, circling his hips to rub against her inner walls. Seconds stretched, filled with her ragged breaths and the subtle quiver of her thighs.
Then, her voice came, soft but determined, laced with need. "I... I want all of you, Takumi. All of you, as far as you can go. I'll try to take it." A growl rumbled in his throat as he obliged, slowly burying himself deeper, inch by throbbing inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
Momo let out a hot, shuddering breath, her eyes squeezing shut as the fullness overwhelmed her, stretching her to her limits, a delicious burn that melted into ecstasy. Takumi covered her mouth with his, pressing his lips firmly to hers, his tongue locking around hers in a tangled dance that silenced any cries.
He could feel her tightening around him, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice, hot and slick, pulsing with every beat of her heart.
A moan escaped him too, vibrating into the kiss as he revelled in the tightness, the way she enveloped him completely.
"Fuck, Momo... you feel so great," he groaned against her lips, his voice rough with pleasure. He began to lift her up and down, his strong arms supporting her weight effortlessly, guiding her along his length in deep, fluid strokes. Her breasts bounced with each movement, brushing against his chest, nipples grazing his skin and sending sparks through both of them.
The sensation built, a coiling heat in his core, but he savoured it, drawing it out, feeling her grow wetter, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down his balls.
Then, unexpectedly, she broke the kiss, her breath coming in pants.
"Sit... sit down, Takumi," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with a newfound boldness that surprised him.
He blinked, caught off guard, but complied with a smirk, lowering himself back onto the toilet lid. Momo slid off him with a wet pop, her pussy clenching at the sudden emptiness, a string of her arousal connecting them briefly.
She turned around, presenting her back to him, her ass round and firm, skirt still bunched up, as she positioned herself in reverse.
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached back, grabbing his slick cock to line it up with her entrance. It slipped a few times, the head gliding along her folds teasingly, making her whimper in frustration.
Takumi grabbed her wrist gently, steadying her, his other hand on her hip as he helped guide himself in. "Easy," he murmured, and she sank down slowly, inch by inch, her pussy swallowing him whole in this new angle.
Momo moaned deeply, the sound reverberating through her chest as she bottomed out, her ass pressing against his pelvis. But just as they settled, the bathroom door creaked open outside the stall.
Footsteps echoed, someone entering, muttering aloud about the end of the day, their voice casual and oblivious. "Finally, what a drag... classes dragging on forever."
Momo slapped a palm over her mouth instantly, her eyes widening in panic, body freezing mid-motion. Takumi felt a surge of adrenaline, his cock twitching harder inside her at the risk, the forbidden thrill making him throb with renewed intensity.
As she tried to lift off him instinctively, he rose with her, his hips following, keeping just the tip buried in her slick heat, refusing to let her escape.
She twisted slightly, whispering urgently over her shoulder, "What are you doing?"
"Don't worry," he replied lowly, his voice a gravelly whisper against her ear, feeling the shiver that ran down her back, her skin prickling with goosebumps.
He lightly pushed her forward against the door, her breasts pressing against the cold metal, nipples hardening further from the contrast. One hand clamped over her mouth, firm but gentle, muffling any sounds, while his right hand gathered both of her wrists, pinning them high above her head against the door.
She was trapped now, vulnerable and exposed, her body arched beautifully.
His tip hovered at her entrance, his shaft bulging with need, veins pulsing as he felt the wetness seeping from her, coating his palm where it covered her lips, tears of overstimulation or fear mixing with saliva.
The sound of the intruder pissing in a nearby cubicle started, a steady stream that masked their breaths.
Takumi took the cue, entering her slowly, deliberately, feeling her body buckle under the intrusion, her walls parting with a fresh gush of arousal.
This position allowed him to go deeper, more profoundly, his cock delving into places that made her tremble violently.
He worried for a moment about his own control, the pleasure was intoxicating, her clenching even tighter now from the tension, squeezing him like a fist as he thrust in and out with measured strokes.
Each push sent waves of ecstasy through him, her pussy milking him relentlessly, hot and slick. He felt the edge approaching, that coiling pressure in his balls, but he held back, savoring the build.
His thrusts deepened until his abdomen slapped against her bare cheeks with each full entry, soft, rhythmic impacts that made her back arch further, her ass jiggling slightly against him. A violent sound bubbled in her throat, desperate to escape, but his hand kept it contained, turning it into muffled whimpers that vibrated against his palm.
To distract and heighten, Takumi bent down, his lips finding the curve of her neck, kissing, sucking, nipping at the sensitive skin, leaving faint red marks as his tongue traced her pulse.
The combined sensations pushed him over, with a stifled groan into her hair, he climaxed, his cock pulsing deep inside her as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy.
Spurt after spurt, unrelenting, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft, dripping down her thighs. The release didn't end until the intruder's footsteps faded, the door swinging shut behind them, leaving blessed silence.
Finally, Takumi pulled out with a wet, obscene slide, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Momo dropped to the ground on shaky knees, collapsing against the door, cum flowing out of her swollen pussy in thick rivulets, pooling on the tile beneath her.
Her heavy breaths filled the stall, chest rising and falling erratically, her body glistening with sweat, thighs trembling from the aftershocks.
Takumi leaned back, breathing heavily himself, a hand running through his disheveled hair as he whispered, "God, that felt incredible... you were perfect, Momo."
But before he could reach for tissues to clean up, he felt her hand on his shaft again, soft, tentative fingers wrapping around the slick length. Her tongue followed, licking away her own juices mingled with his cum, tracing every vein and ridge with surprising eagerness.
Her eyes looked up at him, delirious and hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, lashes fluttering as she savored the taste.
"Thank you, Takumi,"