Marci sat on the toilet, staring at the door, her feet bouncing up and down in anticipation. A small trickle of juice had begun to ooze from her pussy, making her panties stick to her increasingly warm crotch. She lifted up her skirt and rubbed the palm of her hand against the silk pink panties. Slowly and deliberately she brushed against it, building her excitement and priming herself for Gwen's cock.
The cock. Marci closed her eyes and thought about the rigidity of the beautiful thing, how it had felt as Gwen grinded against her. She brought her hand up to her face, smelling her pussy juice on her fingers. She licked her finger, feeling the tartness move past her lips and into her mouth.
Marci had unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled her breasts with the spike-hard nipples out of her bra, the material still cutting into her skin. She put her head down, licking the top of her breasts. She was getting warm, and the air conditioning was weak in the bathroom. Sweat ran down her neck, on to her chest.
She stifled a moan. Looked at the door, down at the white tile floor where her saliva, sweat and pussy juice had begun to collect in a small pool. She pulled her foot out of her high heeled shoe and dipped one of her small pink toes in the delicious mix, streaking as it glided against the ground.
"Mmmmm"
The door swung open violently. It was Gwen, her tall black frame silhouetted by the light above the sink behind her. Her lips curled up in a snarl, her beautiful eyes narrowed and focused on Marci, a heaving pile of pussy dying to be fucked.
"Fucking whore", she said, closing the door behind her. The click of the door echoed against the walls of the empty restroom.
"You like to fucking touch yourself in nasty bathrooms, whipping your tits out like a cheap little whore?"
Excited at seeing her pissed off girlfriend, Marci had begun rubbing herself harder, her lips parting as she ran her tongue against her pearly white teeth.
"Answer me!"
Gwen bent down, grabbing Marci's breast and tweaking the nipple with her long red nails. She pushed her face into Marci's, mashing their lips together. Her tongue rolled around in Marci's mouth, and she moved in and out creating a seal of saliva between the two of them. Gwen closed her eyes, brimming with excitement that she was finally going to fuck. She'd been thinking about this all day, and her pussy was bristling against the base of her rubber cock. She reached under her skirt and pulled it out, feeling its weight as it bounced up and down. She continued to move in and out against Marci's mouth as she pulled her panties and skirt down, leaving them as a heap on the floor.
