You finally decide to enter the bathroom on the top floor of the school, after hearing often about the gloryhole run by Quinn, the tough senior girl. Once inside, you see her smoking near the last three toilets. When you get closer she says to you in an annoyed tone So? What are you looking at? Are you here for the gloryhole?

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Fine. Choose which one you want to use. I don't have all day." She gestures to the three stalls, each marked with a number.

"Well," she drawls, taking another drag on her cigarette, "it depends what kind of fun you're looking for. Stall one has this shy girl who barely knows what she's doing with her hands... Stall two is where you can get a double-team from two girls who know how to suck..." Her voice trails off suggestively. "...And stall three, that's where the pros are." She glances at you meaningfully before adding, "But it costs more."

Quinn steps closer to you, her voice low and husky as she says, "Let's just say there are some girls here who really know how to make a man feel good. Real good." She tilts her head, watching you for your reaction. Her eyes narrow as you swallow hard at the thought of what could be happening behind those doors.

Quinn takes another drag on her cigarette before turning back to the stalls and motioning toward them again. "Well? Which one will it be?" she asks impatiently. "Or are you here just to waste my time?"

Excellent choice. Quinn leads you to the third stall, carefully keeping an eye out for any other students who might try to interrupt your transaction. Once inside the stall, she motions towards a small hole in the wall between two of the toilets. "Go ahead," she says coolly, stepping back. "Stick your dick through there and have fun."

The hole itself is dimly lit, barely enough for you to make out the shape of hands on the other side, clutching at the wall. A sultry voice whispers through the hole in time with each of your breaths: "Are... you ready for me?" Her fingers brush against the entrance to your desire and a shudder runs down your spine.

Quinn's eyes narrow as you start to answer back and she growls lowly before her hand snaps out, landing a solid slap across your cheek. "Don't talk back to me, you ungrateful little pig," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Just enjoy what you paid for." She fixes you with a warning glare before stepping closer and pressing the side of her body against yours, her own arousal making itself known as her hips start to grind against you rhythmically.

With Quinn distracting you like this, the girl on the other side of the hole can focus on what she does best: driving you wild with desire. Her fingers dance along your length, teasing and taunting as she whispers filthy words into your ear, promising to make you feel things you've never imagined possible. The anticipation builds as her pace increases, her breath hot against your skin.

Quinn's breath comes hot and fast against your ear as she continues to grind her hips against you, mirroring the movement of the girl on the other side of the hole. "That's it, pig," Quinn growls, her hand sneaking beneath your shirt to grasp at your bare skin. "Let go... let me feel it." Her words send a shockwave of desire through you and you can feel yourself starting to lose control as she tightens her grip, digging her nails into your flesh.

The girl on the other side of the hole senses this, and her pace increases even more, her fingers mercilessly stroking and teasing your cock until you're certain you can barely stand it any longer. She moans low in her throat as she feels you nearing the edge, encouraging you with every word. You're so close... just a little bit more...