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“It was not a suggestion,” I snap, her eyes widening.

She slides out of the booth, looking extremely confused as she makes her way over to the bathroom. I make sure that nobody is looking, and quickly follow behind her without Indie noticing.

As soon as she walks into the women’s bathroom and begins closing the door, I push it open with my hand and storm in behind her. She lets out a startled yelp and begins to protest, her words trailing off when she sees it’s me.

I make sure the bathroom door is locked before stalking towards Indie. There are two stalls along the opposite wall, both of which have open doors, and are thankfully empty. There’s a marble counter with two built in sinks on the wall adjacent to the door we just came in through, and a hand dryer on the side wall.

Caramelina makes sure the bathroom is always clean and well looked after, with not a spot of mess anywhere in sight. The silver taps are so clean, they fucking glisten.

I stalk towards Indie slowly, my devilish grin growing with each step backwards she takes. Although she’s not afraid of me, her instincts are telling her to back away, like prey being stalked by a predator, but there’s nowhere for her to go.

Her spine hits the wall behind her as she lets out a soft gasp, but I keep advancing. Only stopping once my body is flushagainst hers, I press my hands flat against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it nervously as she stares at me with fire in her eyes.

“Are you ready for your reward?” I ask, before pressing a kiss against her neck.

“Yes, please, Sir,” she breathes out as she tilts her hips, trying to rub against my hardening cock.

I grab hold of her chin, my palm resting against her throat, as I use my thumb and finger to move her head where I want it. I tilt it back so she’s looking up at me, then I lean down and bite her bottom lip, pulling it out from between her teeth.

“Nobody gets to bite this lip except me and Jake,” I tell her, nibbling lightly on her swollen flesh until she whimpers.

I take a step back, my only hold on her is my hand on her cheek, and her body seems to sag without me there to keep her upright.

“Take off your thong, bend over the counter with your dress up, and show me your arse.” My authoritative tone makes her gasp, but she moves quickly, doing as she’s told.

Once she’s slipped her thong off, she pauses for a moment, wondering what to do with it. I hold out my hand, waiting for her to give it to me. She takes just a little too long to hand it over, and I’m forced to narrow my eyes at her, leaving no room for debate.

She places it in my hand, and I let out a low groan when I feel how soaked the material is. She’s been dripping wet all day, the anticipation of this moment building, and now it’s time to give her what she needs.

I slide the thong into my pocket, before looking over to see Indie bent over the marble surface, with a giant mirror in front of her. She’s watching me through the reflection as I take in her beautiful, soft skin.

Her creamy arse is up in the air, and the way her back is arched exposes her pretty pink pussy to me. I can see it glistening, just begging for attention. Indie’s dress is bunched up around her waist, her covered tits and cheek pressing against the cool marble.

I step closer before kneeling down between her legs, my face right beside her dripping cunt. When I take in a deep breath, all I can smell is her intoxicating scent, and it makes my mouth water.

Her legs are trembling slightly as I grab hold of her hips, gripping tightly to keep her in place. With no hesitation, I dive into her pussy like a starved man finally being presented with food. I lick along the length of her slit, covering my tongue, lips, and face with her juices.

Indie rocks her hips against my tongue, moaning and whimpering as she chases the pleasure I’m giving her. I alternate between licking the length of her slit, pressing into her entrance as far as I can, and circling her clit before flicking the tip of my tongue over it.

I eat her pussy with as much ferocity as I can, nibbling and sucking as I devour her, pulling long groans and cries of pleasure from her trembling body. Her noises are like music to my ears, and I can tell when she’s closer to her release.

Her rocking movements become more frantic, and she pushes her arse into my face, not caring that she’s smothering me in the best fucking way. Her cries become more high-pitched and desperate, and I can feel her walls fluttering around my tongue as she gets impossibly wetter.

“Sir, oh God… I’m so close,” she cries.

Before the last word has left her lips, I pull my mouth away from her. She lets out a long, drawn-out moan as she glares at me in the mirror, desperately panting as she rocks her hips.

I stand from my crouching position, noticing that she’s rubbing her thighs together to try and find even just a little friction to help push her over the edge. I slap her arse cheek hard, a red mark forming before she’s even finished her yelp. I soothe my hand over the reddening cheek, helping to ease the sting.

“I thought you were being a good girl,” I tell her.

“I am,” she whines. “I’m trying to be a really good girl for you.”

I run my fingers down her back, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. I lean over her, my denim-covered cock pressing against her no doubt throbbing pussy as I press soft kisses along the curve of her spine.

“Do you still want to come, Gorgeous Girl?”