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Ruby Blossom
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You have no idea how long this goes on for; only that it's long enough for your concepts of time and place to fade to shadows, for your world to narrow to one of pure sensation and sound. At length, though, your cries give way to hushed mewls and whimpers as your focus shifts gradually, inexorably away from the journey and toward the destination.
You're not the only one -- deep, shuddering thrusts rock your shared partition, each undoubtedly a full and glorious hilting, and every one faster, fiercer than the last! You match them stroke for stroke, wrist thwap-thwapping against your pelvis, until the pace alone leaves you slack-jawed and shuddering and shit, just a little -- bit -- more...
"Cuh!--mnnn--come for me, baby," that voice rings out, breathy, pleading, from inches behind your ear. "Come for me, come for me, come for me--"
It's so low now, her voice, after that cacophony of moans, but oh, you can hear it, oh fuck can you hear it – you don't know if it was meant for you or for her partner but good goddamn does it do the trick either way. Your hand takes flight, a yellow blur over your throbbing shaft, and all the while she's echoing herself mindlessly, ceaselessly, like a broken thing: cum for me cum for me cum for me in a voice made of honey and breathless desire, catching, breaking as those powerful thrusts wring gasps from her throat, and each iteration louder and wilder and more desperate than the one before --
Stars explode behind your eyelids as your legs tremble, nearly buckling, and you toss back your mane of curls and let loose the most obscene noise you've ever made -- it rings out through the empty restroom, an unearthly admixture of every lewd sound a throat can produce all at once. A shuddering heartbeat later your neighbors' voices rise together in turn, a shared crescendo, and for one indelible moment their combined pitch matches yours in a clarion chord so perfect you swear you hear overtones echo down the stalls, crisp and sweet and pure.
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