I shouldn't, but I need to. My final interview's in twenty and I'm janky nervous. This always works. I've got a mind scene scrolling and my finger is clit-busy, nice and wet. Then the bathroom door opens, then the next stall. I'm spread-leg frozen. "Mmmm, don't stop now, sweetie. Smells delish," her voice whispers. I feel something touch my shoe. A wicked black Jimmy Choo, caressing the edge.
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