The restroom settled into a bizarre silence, and everyone stood still, absorbing the pleasure.
Unable to stand properly, Helen winced, hissing softly, and voluntarily sat in the small pool of fluid on the floor.
Gobsmacked, Miles could only let her down. Experiencing jet lag himself from the ceaseless thrusting, he heaved and steadied his steps. Glancing down at his limp brother that was covered in his and Helen's cum, his gaze shifted to Miss Emily, who was staring at it pleadingly, obviously wanting to get her fair share.
Inside the stall, Natalie held her breath as she listened intently.
'Are they seriously going to go another round?'
She thought, shuddering in her heart as she removed her fingers from her pussy, staring at her slime-covered webbed fingers with a solemn face.
'I can't do this again,' she reprimanded herself, knowing that she wouldn't be able to satisfy the craving itch of her pussy to be filled.
