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 laughs arrogantly and throws your 2000 dollars on the ground. "No need to show off you poor little pig," she spits while bending down to pick up the money again. "You must have done really well to save all that cash, haven't you? Well then, I guess it's only fair that you get what you paid for." She turns around and leads you over to one of the empty stalls before closing the door behind you.

The walls are covered in black tiles, making it impossible to see anything through them except for tiny pinpricks where the gloryholes themselves are hidden. Quinn points at one of these small openings on the wall above a urinal and leans in close, her cold breath brushing against your earlobe as she whispers, "You want to try this one first? Or should I pick for you?"

Her words send shivers down your spine and force your cock even harder against your pants. You nod weakly, eager for anything that might happen next. Quinn smirks, obviously pleased by your eagerness, before leaning back and grabbing a handful of her

Quinn grins widely as she takes in the sight of your hard member. "As you wish," she says before gesturing to the gloryhole on the wall. With a smooth movement, she unzips her skirt and pushes her panties to the side, revealing her shaved pussy beneath. Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she steps forward and positions herself directly over the opening, lowering her slender frame until only a tiny sliver of air remains between her sex and the gloryhole.

Her warm breath brushes against your aching cock as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. Through the hole, you feel her hot folds sliding up and down against your engorged shaft, their smoothness contrasting sharply with the rough texture of the tile beneath. "Fuck," she growls between gritted teeth as pleasure wracks her body, making it easy for you to imagine just how tight she is around your cock."

Quinn gasps as she feels your touch through the hole. She bucks her hips harder against you, her breath coming in short, ragged pants now. "Fuck yes," she moans, her body arching with each thrust. Her hand flies to her breast, squeezing and pinching at her nipple as she writhes uncontrollably on top of the gloryhole.

The heat from her pussy envelops your cock, making it harder than ever before as she rides you through the hole. She's so tight, every movement sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and with each thrust her nails scrape against the tile just above your head. Her cries fill the small space, reverberating around you like a lullaby as she loses herself in the sensations overtaking her.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of exquisite torment, Quinn stiffens and lets out a hoarse cry of release. Her pussy clamps down hard around your cock, milking you until your seed shoots through the hole in hot bursts. She col

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of exquisite torment, Quinn stiffens and lets out a hoarse cry of release. Her pussy clamps down hard around your cock, milking you until your seed shoots through the hole in hot bursts. She comes apart beneath you, her body trembling with aftershocks as she gasps for air.

When she finally pulls away, a thin stream of her essence drips from the gloryhole and lands on your stomach with a soft splat. Looking down at it, you can't help but feel an overwhelming desire to taste it; the sweetness coating your tongue only makes her words more degrading as she leans in close once again.

"Do you like that, piggy?" Quinn asks, licking some of her own juices from your stomach with a long, slow stroke of her tongue. "You should thank me for letting you cum." She pulls back, looking at you almost disdainfully. "Maybe next time I'll make it worth your while..."

Quinn's eyes widen in surprise as you boldly claim her mouth. She doesn't resist your advance, instead wrapping her slender arms around your neck and kissing you back with equal fervor. When she finally pulls away, there's a strange glint in her eye that you can't quite place. "My... name is Quinn," she breathes out slowly, licking her lips as if just remembering the taste of you.

Her gaze drifts down to your cock, still semi-hard against your abdomen, and a tiny smile curves her lips upwards. With quick, decisive movements, she drops to her knees beside you and wraps her lips around the head of your shaft, taking as much of it into her mouth as possible. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive underside while her hands grip your thighs tightly, holding herself steady as she sucks you deep.

Her hot, wet mouth feels incredible on your length and you can't help but thrust forward, moaning in pleasure as she bobs up and down on your cock like a pro. Her skillful tongue teases the head of your

Quinn pauses mid-blowjob as if she's been slapped. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours and for a moment it looks like she's about to protest, but then something else crosses her face: desire. Desire so strong that you can practically taste it on your tongue.

She goes back to work, sucking harder than before as if determined not to disappoint you. Her hands grip your hips possessively now, her nails digging into the skin with just enough force to make you shiver with pleasure. She moans around your cock, obviously enjoying herself more than she'd ever let on before now that she knows you can appreciate her skills.

Her tongue traces lazy patterns up and down the length of your shaft while her lips stretch taut over the head, sucking hard enough to make your eyes roll back in your head. You try not to cum too quickly but it's impossible; with each drawn-out stroke of Quinn's skilled tongue against the sensitive skin at the base of your cock, you feel closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, as if sensing that release is immin

Quinn moans loudly around your cock as you finally release your seed down her throat. She sucks hard, eager to get every last drop of your delicious essence. Her cheeks hollow out and her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she does, her tongue flicking out again and again to make sure none of it goes to waste.

When she finally pulls away, strands of your cum hang from her lips like thin ribbons of silk. She licks them off slowly, looking up at you with hooded eyes as she does. There's a strange mixture of pride and submission in that gaze, one that makes you feel almost dizzy with desire for more.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely before climbing to her feet and straightening out her skirt. She glances down at the hole in the wall where she'd just been riding your cock like a pro and smiles to herself, as if amused by how easily she could control you with nothing more than the movement of her hips. "Maybe next time I'll let you see who's on the other side," she teases,

Quinn's lips twitch up into a small smile before she steps forward and presses her body against yours. Her breasts flatten against your chest, the nipples hard as pebbles beneath your palm as she wraps her arms around your neck in a possessive hold. She tilts her head back to meet your lips in a hungry kiss, their softness contrasting sharply with the roughness of your tongue as it battles for dominance within her mouth.

Her hips grind against yours, telling you without words that she's far from satisfied and eager for more. Her hand slides down to cup your groin, massaging your still-hard length through your boxers in a teasing motion that has you gritting your teeth to keep from moaning out loud.

When she finally pulls away again, Quinn's breath is coming in harsh gasps and her cheeks are flushed with desire. She looks at you knowingly, her gaze steady and assessing as if trying to gauge just how much control she has over you. "Maybe next time," she murmurs before stepping back, leaving you panting and aching for

Quinn looks at you with a mix of surprise and lust when she sees the crisp bills you hand her. "Fifty?" she asks, looking up at you from under her eyelashes. Her breath hitches as she takes in your muscular frame and dominant presence, making it clear that she's as turned on by your confidence as much as anything else.

With a slow, teasing smile, Quinn nods. "Alright then," she says before leading you to the stall where she performed her specialty services yesterday. Once inside, she pushes you up against the wall and kisses you hard, her tongue dueling with yours as if trying to claim your mouth as hers alone.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to strip off her clothes, revealing her perfect body to your greedy eyes. The sight of her nakedness makes it almost impossible for you to think straight and when she straddles your hips and slowly sinks down on top of your thick cock, you feel like you're going to explode.

Quinn groans in pleasure as she takes all of you inside her tight channel, the stretch making her shudder

Quinn grinds her hips against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm that has you panting for breath. Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she looks down at you with lust-filled eyes, taking pleasure not just from the feel of your cock inside her but also from knowing how much control she has over your reactions.

Her hands slide up to grasp the edge of the tile above your head, using it to support herself as she begins to move faster. Her breasts bounce and sway with each thrust, the nipples hard and aching beneath your watchful gaze. Her body shudders with pleasure, her moans filling the small space as she takes you deeper and harder than ever before.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of exquisite torture, Quinn cries out in release. Her muscles clench around your cock, milking every last drop of your hot seed from your aching shaft. She collapses forward onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch

Quinn groans softly as you kiss her neck and nipples, your hands trailing down over her ass and between her legs. The feel of your teeth against her lip sends a shiver down her spine, making her wetter than ever for you. She arches her back, pushing herself closer to the sensations you're creating as she tries desperately not to come again so soon.

Her breath hitches when you push two fingers inside of her, stretching and filling her already aching hole. "You're too good," she whispers hoarsely against your lips. "I don't think I can handle any more tonight." She lets out a quiet moan as your fingers begin to move in and out of her in time with the rhythm of your harsh breath against her ear.

Quinn looks up at you, meeting your gaze steadily even though she knows it's a lie. The truth is, she wants more. She needs more. But for now, she has to content herself with the knowledge that you'll be back tomorrow, and the anticipation of what that might bring. "Go easy on me from now on," she says with a

Quinn smirks at you as she hears your suggestion. It's clear that you're eager to push her boundaries, but she's not quite ready to give in just yet. Instead, she slides off of the counter and straddles your lap again, this time positioning herself so that your hard cock presses against her wet entrance.

Her breath hitches when you grip her hips firmly and begin thrusting shallowly inside of her, testing the waters. "You're a very naughty boy," she purrs, looking down at you with a mix of lust and amusement in her eyes. "I think we should see about teaching you some manners before we go any further." With that, she leans down and captures your lips in a hungry kiss that leaves you both breathless.

As she begins to rock her hips again, Quinn increases the pace until she's slamming herself down on your cock with enough force to make you gasp for air. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back as she loses herself in the sensations, her moans filling the air around you like music.

Qu

Quinn's breath catches in her throat as she feels you start to get closer. She knows that if you were to cum right now, it would be too soon for her. So, with a final groan of pleasure, she pulls away from your lips and collapses against your chest, panting heavily.

Her body trembles with the aftershocks of the orgasm she's just had and her fingers clench tightly in your hair as if trying to hold on to something solid in this whirlwind of desire and lust that she's found herself caught up in. Her heart races and her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps, making it clear that she needs a moment to catch her bearings before moving on to whatever comes next.

She looks up at you through her lashes, studying your expression as you gaze down at her. There's an air of triumph about you that both irritates and arouses her in equal measure. A slow smile spreads across her lips as she decides what she wants to do next: put you in your place while also satisfying the need that has taken over every fiber of her being.

As if you could read her mind, the words flow out of your mouth, each one a caress against her skin that sends shivers down her spine. Her heart flutters in response to this man who seems so much bigger than life around her; she can feel him wrapping her up tightly in his web of desire and lust, cocooning her until there's no way out except through him.

Quinn moans softly as you kiss her, your lips pressing against hers with an urgency that takes her breath away. Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close while she arches her back, offering up her body for whatever you want to give her next.

Her hips begin to move restlessly against yours, seeking the friction that only your hard cock can provide. Her words come out raspy and breathless when she speaks them: "Please." It's a whispered plea that echoes through the room like a prayer, filling the air between them with longing and need.

Her hands slide down to grip your erection tightly through your pants, guiding it toward her aching entrance as she opens her legs wider, inviting

"Fuck," she gasps as you take control of the kiss, your tongue tangling with hers in a hungry dance that leaves her breathless. Her body arches further into your touch, offering up every inch of herself for your pleasure. Your fingers dig into her hips, holding her still while she writhes and moans against you.

Quinn feels like she could explode; the build-up of desire and lust within her is nearly unbearable as you force her closer to the edge with every thrust of your tongue and every grope of your hands. She's never experienced anything like this before, never known anyone who could so easily reduce her to a quivering mass of need at their mercy.

With one final thrust, Quinn comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with pleasure as she cries out your name in ecstasy. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back as waves of release wash over her, leaving her panting and spent in your arms. But even as the last tremor fades away, she knows that this is only just the beginning...

Quinn licks her lips slowly, relishing the taste of you on her tongue. She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes heavy with desire and appreciation. "I'm... not done playing yet," she murmurs before leaning in to capture your lips in a hot, passionate kiss. Her hands slip down between your legs, cupping your hard shaft through your pants as she begins to stroke you in sync with the movement of her hips against yours.

She breaks the kiss and gasps for air, "You know... I've been thinking..." Her voice trails off suggestively before continuing, "What do you say we play a little game?"

Quinn leans in close again, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "The first person to orgasm loses." A slow smile curves her lips upwards and she looks at you expectantly. "Or maybe the winner gets to decide what we do next..." Her fingers stroke you faster now, making it impossible for either of you to think straight.

You grunt out a moan as she strokes you faster, her grip tightening just enough to make it almost painful. Quinn laughs softly in your ear before leaning in and nipping lightly at your lobe. "Come on," she teases, "let me hear how good it feels for you."

Her words send a shiver down your spine and she must sense it because her touch grows even bolder, more demanding. Her hips grind against yours as if trying to get the angle just right to bring you both closer to orgasm. But every time you think you're close, she slows down or speeds up or changes the angle ever so slightly until you're left frustrated and desperate for release.

Quinn glances up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, enjoying the power she has over you in this moment. Her fingers dig into your hip bone through your pants, urging you to move faster against her, harder, deeper. But even as you obey, she never gives in; she keeps herself just out of reach until it feels like you're both about to go mad with need and desire for each other.

Quinn gasps your name as you thrust deeper inside her than ever before, her walls clenching tightly around you in response. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the ground, giving you better access to her body. You can feel her impending orgasm building within her and you push yourself harder, faster, trying desperately to get there first.

She comes with a hoarse cry, her body shuddering around yours as her nails dig into your back and her legs wrap tightly around your hips. Her walls pulse rhythmically around your cock, milking the last drops of your release from you before finally relaxing again. She lies boneless and panting against you, still wrapped around your length like a second skin.

After what feels like an eternity, her breath steadies and she meets your gaze. There's a challenge in those eyes now, daring you to try and win the next round. But before either of you can speak, there's a knock at the stall door. Your hearts skip a beat as you glance over at it; someone must have realized what was going on here. With shaky hands, you open the door to reveal a concerned-looking security guard standing just outside. "Everything alright in here?" he asks tentatively.