Dirty fun

Brittany slipped into the empty restroom, fingers already working between her thighs. The air stank of piss and disinfectant, but that only sharpened her need. She had no idea Leslie was watching from the doorway until he stepped inside and closed the stall door behind him. He went straight for her feet. His tongue dragged across the arch of each toe, tasting the faint grit left by the floor. Brittany’s moan echoed off the tiles as he sucked her toes, then licked upward along her calves, leaving wet trails that caught the dim light. She opened wider, giving him more. He shoved her onto the cold, grimy tiles and mounted her right there. The slap of skin on skin mixed with the faint drip from a broken faucet. Leslie drove into her hard and deep until his rhythm broke. He pulled out at the last moment, stroking himself twice, and emptied thick ropes across the tops of her feet, the cum sliding between her toes and pooling on the filthy floor.