Serilla gets nasty in the toilet

Serilla steps into the stall to touch up her lipstick. The mirror catches the flash of her black dress, but her mind drifts elsewhere. Heat builds between her thighs. She peels the dress down slowly, letting it pool at her ankles, then slides the black lace from her hips. Naked on the cold tile, she sinks to her knees. One hand braces the wall while the other slips between her legs. Fingers part her slick lips, find the heat inside, and stroke with steady purpose. Her slender body rocks with each thrust of her wrist. A soft gasp escapes, then another, louder. Pleasure tightens her belly. She curls deeper, chasing the rush, legs trembling, until the wet sound of her fingers fills the quiet stall.