It is the end of a very long day. You've had a raging hardon most of the time. You rub yourself, wondering if you want to risk getting off here, or wait, when you spot a girl in the men's room, peering around the corner, watching you in the mirror.

She may not realize you've seen her.

Oh God...

His cock is huge! Even bigger than you'd expect from his build... God it's huge and hard! Her heart races as he turns to face her, stroking himself slowly. "You're a pretty girl..." He says... Her cheeks flush bright red. She can feel herself growing wet between the legs just at the sound of his voice...

She takes another step closer, staring down at that massive cock in his hand. It looks so much bigger now that she's so close... His fingers slide up and down the thick shaft with ease, smearing pre-cum across the bulbous head... The sight makes her want to touch it too.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice almost lost in a haze of lust. "Can I...?" Her eyes plead with him as she reaches out slowly and wraps her hand around his thick shaft, feeling the hot skin beneath her fingertips...

Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels his touch on her. She's never been touched like this before... it's like a fire burning through her veins, making every nerve end tingle with desire. "O-oh god..." she gasps out, arching into his hand. Her other hand tightens around his cock, stroking him in time with the movement of her hips.

"You're so big..." She whispers hoarsely, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she stares down at his massive length. "I-I want to suck it... Is that okay? I can do that, right?" Her words come out in a rush, her voice shaking with need. She's never done anything like this before, but she doesn't care... All she wants is him.

Her whole body trembles with anticipation as she lowers her head to take his cock in her mouth. She's never done anything like this before but the feel of him in her hand and the taste of him on her lips sends a thrill through her that makes her toes curl. Her tongue darts out, tracing the veins that run along the underside of his shaft as she begins to stroke him slowly.

"Ahh..." She moans around him, feeling the thick length stretch her mouth wider than anything ever has before. His hands grip her hair, holding her in place as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. "Oh god... you're so big..." Her words are muffled by his flesh but the sounds only seem to fuel their passion.

She begins to bob up and down on his cock, sucking hard while sliding her hand up and down his shaft in time with the movements of her head. The warmth of his skin against hers sends shivers through her entire body, making her feel lightheaded and wanton.

Her head bobs up and down on his cock with steady rhythm, her mouth filling with the taste of him as she takes more and more of him deeper into her throat. Her hands stroke his thighs, moaning around his shaft as she feels herself growing closer to the edge of orgasm.

The sounds of their joined pleasure echo through the bathroom, muffled by the tiles but incredibly loud in Peeping Jane's ears. She can feel her breath coming faster and shallower now, her chest heaving with each thrust of his hips into her face. Her eyes squeze shut tightly as she focuses on the sensations racing through her body, letting go of everything but this moment of unadulterated pleasure.

Her grip on him grows tighter, and her movements grow wilder as the climax barrels down on her. "Oh God... I'm going to..." she gasps out, barely managing to choke the words around his cock. The release is brutal but incredible, and Peeping Jane finds herself crying out as waves of ecstasy wash over her. She sucks harder, eager for every drop of him that she can get, ignoring the taste of it on her tongue and the burning ache in her throat.

When he finally comes, filling her mouth with his warm cum, she swallows greedily, relishing the sensation of having him so deep inside her. Her body quivers with aftershocks as she pulls away, leaning back on her hands and gazing up at Shiro Katakawa through a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. She's never felt anything like this before... and she can't wait to feel it again.

She pants for breath as she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes. "T-that was... incredible," she manages to stammer, her voice barely more than a whisper. The aftertaste of his cum mixes with the lingering flavor of her own arousal, making her mouth water as she thinks about how much more she wants.

Her hands smooth over Shiro Katakawa's chest and abs, marveling at how solid he feels beneath her fingertips. "I've never... done that before," she confesses shyly, nibbling her bottom lip. "It was just so..." She trails off, searching for the words to adequately describe what he made her feel.

He looks down at her with a mix of lust and surprise in his eyes, making something warm spread through her body. Her heart thuds wildly in her chest, urging her on even as her mind whispers warnings about getting caught and the dangers of trusting a stranger. But for now, all she can focus on is him... and how much she wants to feel his cock inside her again.

Her body tenses as she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance, and then with one firm thrust he's inside her. She cries out at the sudden intrusion, arching her back in surprise and pleasure as he fills her completely. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her steady while he begins to pump into her, driving his thick length deeper and deeper with each stroke.

Her breath comes ragged and fast as she tries to adjust to the fullness that surrounds her. She's never been this close before; it feels almost unnatural, but in a way that sends shivers of desire through every nerve ending in her body. She grips his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his skin as she meets his thrusts, moaning and panting with each contact.

Her head falls back limply against his chest, revealing the smooth line of her neck to him. He can feel the rapid beat of her pulse beneath his fingertips, feel the warmth of her skin as it flushes a deep red in response to their passionate coupling. Her body trembles with every impact, driving him even further towards the edge, making it nearly impossible for him to think straight or control himself.

All that matters now is Peeping Jane and the overwhelming need to claim her, make her his, and never let go. He presses harder against her, wanting more friction, more contact as he loses himself in this moment of pure ecstasy and desire. The sounds of their lovemaking fill the air around them, muffled but deafening in the enclosed space of the bathroom stall. She feels so good wrapped around him like this; she feels like home.

With each thrust deeper into her body she's feels more and more of him, his warmth spreading through her entire core. The feel of him inside her, filling her up so completely, is unlike anything she's ever known before. Her mind goes blank as she focuses on the sensations coursing through every inch of flesh that he's touching. His rough skin rubs against her delicate inner walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her body with each movement.

Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging into him as she tries to find purchase against this onslaught of pure sensation. She arches her back and cries out his name as her hips buck helplessly against him in rhythm with his powerful strokes. His cock feels impossibly thick and hard, stretching her more than anything else ever has before, driving her over the edge of sanity until all that's left is this incredible ache for him and this primal need to have him inside her forever.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at his flushed face, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Yes..." She whispers hoarsely, every word thick with desire as he takes her harder, deeper, possessing her completely with each thrust. The bathroom around them fades away, replaced by nothing but the two of them and their intense connection. She's never felt so alive, so wanted... and she never wants it to end.

Her nails scrape across his shoulders as she meets each movement, her body trembling with release as the wave of pleasure crashes over her again and again, leaving her exhausted but wanting more, wanting only him. "Shiro..." She gasps, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing and the

As she writhes beneath him, feeling the fullness of his cock stretching her more than anything ever has before, the hot skin of his chest pressed against hers and his weight pinning her to the floor of the stall, Peeping Jane gasps his name in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Her entire body feels like it's on fire as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her, each one more intense than the last.

His hands move from her hips to grasp her by the thighs, lifting her up higher so he can thrust deeper inside of her with every powerful stroke. The friction this creates sends shivers of delight coursing through her entire body, making her moan his name even louder as she clings to him, unable to believe how good it feels to have him so deep within her.

The sounds of their passionate coupling fill the small space around them, the echoes of their gasps and grunts mixing with the slapping of flesh against flesh and the wet, rhythmic smacking sound of his cock sliding in and out of her overheated core. It's an animalistic symphony that seems to crescendo along with the building tension within both their bodies, drawing them closer together until there is no space between them, just the connection of their skin and the heat of their desire.

As Shiro Katakawa begins to lose control, his pace becoming rougher and faster as he nears the edge, Peeping Jane feels herself spiraling out of it, her senses overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body. Her orgasms crash one after another, leaving her panting and shaking with each powerful thrust that pushes him closer to his own release. The taste of him fills her mouth and the feel of

The words make something twist deep inside her. She can feel it building up, ready to spill over with each thrust and grind against her most intimate places. It feels wrong, so wrong, but at the same time... it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except this feeling, this connection she has with him right now.

Her hands grip his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into his flesh as she arches her back off the floor and meets each thrust. Her eyes lock with his, and all she sees there is desire... need... lust. The way he looks at her makes everything else fade away, and it's as if they are the only two people in the world.

She could tell him to stop. She knows that logically, this is a bad idea. But what would it matter? They can't go back now, not from this. All she can do is hold on tight and let herself fall deeper into the pleasure he's giving her. So instead of protesting, she says something else entirely.

"Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, biting her lip as another wave of ecstasy washes over her. "Give it to me." Her words come out in a shuddering gasp, and then another. She can feel him tensing above her, feel the warmth spreading through her as he empties himself into her body. It's almost painful how good it feels, but she doesn't want it to stop.

Her body shudders and arches beneath him as she feels the last throes of his release deep inside her. She gasps out his name, the word muffled by the feel of his skin pressed against hers and the tide of ecstasy that washes over every inch of her. Her muscles clench rhythmically around his retreating cock, milking out every last drop of his seed before finally relaxing in exhaustion.

The world around them fades into a blur as their bodies recover from the furious pace they've set, leaving only the two of them and the intimate connection that still binds them together. Her cheeks are flushed and her heart races wildly in her chest, but she doesn't want him to stop touching her. She wants this moment forever, imprinted onto her skin like a brand, reminding her of everything they shared in these few brief moments of pure passion.

With trembling hands, she reaches up to stroke his sweaty cheek, feeling the rough stubble against her fingertips. "Shiro..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. His name feels foreign on her lips, but somehow right in this moment. She gazes into his eyes, searching for some hint of what he's thinking or feeling... anything that might tell her how this is all going to end.

But there's nothing there. Just a distant look in those stormy blue depths that says he's already somewhere else entirely. Her stomach twists into knots at the realization, and for the first time since they began, she feels a tiny kernel of regret begin to form. Maybe this was a mistake... maybe they should've stayed where they belonged, in their own separate worlds. But it's too late for that now. All she can do