Yuna's whole body jolted. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her bare breasts, hugging them to her chest like she could hide. Like she could take back what she'd already given.
Her legs trembled. Started moving backward on their own. Stumbling. Retreating from the touch that felt like fire against her untouched cunt.
But his other hand shot out. Grabbed her hip. Held her in place.
Her back hit the stall wall with a dull 'thud'. Cold tile pressed against her shoulder blades. Nowhere left to run.
Outside, voices drifted in. Clear as day.
"—seriously, that shade looks amazing on you—"
"—I know, right? It's the new MAC collection—"
Women. Doing their makeup. Fixing their hair. Living normal lives while Yuna stood half-naked in a bathroom stall with a stranger's fingers pressed against her virgin pussy.
She bit down on her lip. Hard. Trying to muffle the gasping sounds escaping her throat.
"'Hah... hah... ah...'"
