We stumbled into the bathroom like fugitives who'd finally stopped running—door swinging shut with that heavy, expensive thunk rich venues love, the sound echoing off marble like a starting pistol.
Gold fixtures gleamed under cold fluorescents; mirrors threw our reflection back at us from every angle—her lipstick already smudged, my shirt half-open, both of us breathing like we'd sprinted here.
I had bought this building for Celeste and here I was giving it's first sex with a horny stranger whose need to fuck me matched mine to fuck her senseless.
The faint bass from the party outside pulsed through the walls, reminding us exactly how thin the barrier was between this and getting caught.
She didn't pause to admire anything.
She shoved me backward until my ass hit the long marble counter—
Then she was on me—crowding in, one hand palming my cock through the fabric, fingers curling greedily around the thick outline of shaft and heavy balls like she was staking a claim.
