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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Fabbi...)

Reaching the door you pause, hand on the handle ready to leave. Steeling yourself, your gut twisting at what you just saw, you turn around and head back to the cubicle.

Peeking in you see Jamie is still pounding your girlfriend hard against the wall. You try the door. It’s not locked. Taking a deep breath you push open the door and step in.

“What the fuck is going on here?” you demand.

Immediateley Rachel and Jamie’s eyes pop wide open as they stop at the top of a thrust. You can see how wet Rachel is, juices running down her thighs.

“Oh Ross!” Rachel cries, “I don’t know what came over me, the drink and the dancing, it…” She trails off, looking ashamed.

“I’m sorry bro,” adds Jamie. “I’m pretty high and I’ve always had a thing for Rachel. Maybe we can work something out, make it up to you?”

At this Rachel nods and pleads with her eyes as Jamie gives a little thrust into her stuffed cunt.

“How about you fuck your girlfriend’s slut throat whilst I finish teaching her about the perils of being a cheating whore?” Jamie asks.

You nod and begin to unzip your trousers. Jamie re-arranges himself and Rachel so she’s straddling him whilst sitting on the toilet seat. Once in position, his cock back in her hot cunt, he pushes her head down to your crotch before resuming his thrusting. Rachel’s face comes level with your fly just as he pulls his pants and underwear down.

Thwack!

Your meaty cock falls and slaps Rachel across the face, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum across her nose and lips. She looks up at you hungrily and licks her lips before opening her hot, wet mouth and sinking half of your hard cock into her mouth and throat.

“Let’s show her who’s boss,” suggests Jamie as he picks up the pace of his thrusting, forcing Rachel further forward onto your cock. This action forces Rachel forward, more cock entering her throat as she begins to choke and gag. Drool begins to spill from her mouth as her throat stretches around your girthy cock.

The bass from the club thumps through the room but the sounds of hot wet fucking are louder.

It’s at this point that the cubicle door creaks open again and this time Rachel’s friend Monica stands there, a shocked but horny look on her face.

“Room for one more?” she asks.