Chapter 29: Chapter 29
She collapsed against , trembling, but then Tessa tugged her off . "Not done," Tessa smirked. She bent Jasmine over against the wall, water spraying across her ass, and looked back at . "Fuck her like this. I want to watch."
I stood, cock still rock-hard, and positioned behind Jasmine. Her hands braced against the wall, water streaming down her back, her ass perfect and round in front of . I pushed in, sinking deep, making her cry out again.
"Yes! God, yes!" she sobbed, pressing her forehead to the tile. "Don’t stop, Evan—make
cum again!"
I pounded her, water splashing everywhere, my balls slapping her clit. Tessa crouched below us, rubbing Jasmine’s clit with one hand, licking the tip of my cock every ti it slid out. The combined assault made Jasmine lose it—she scread, body convulsing, legs shaking as another orgasm rocked her.
"I—I can’t—oh my god—I’m cumming again!"
Her pussy squeezed
so tight I almost blew, but I forced myself to hold on. Not yet.
We changed again—this ti, Tessa bent over, ass to , Jasmine sitting on the seat rubbing her own clit, moaning as she watched. I slid into Tessa from behind, gripping her hips and slamming hard. She scread, clawing the wall.
"Evan! Yes—yes—don’t stop! Oh my god—I’m—ahhh!"
She ca again, squirting even under the shower, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.
I was at my limit now, hips pistoning, teeth clenched. "Shit—I’m close. I’m fucking close!"
Jasmine looked up at , eyes wild. "Cum for us, Evan. Do it—fill that condom. I want to see you lose it!"
Tessa moaned in agreent, pushing back against . "Yes! Cum! Cum inside !"
I growled, slamd deep one final ti, and the orgasm ripped through . My cock pulsed hard, spilling into the condom, wave after wave of release. I held Tessa tight as my body shuddered, cum filling the rubber barrier while I buried myself to the hilt.
"Fuuuck!" I groaned, collapsing forward, forehead against Tessa’s wet back.
She moaned, trembling from another small aftershock orgasm, while Jasmine reached up, kissing
hungrily.
The three of us stayed tangled under the water, steam thick around us, bodies sore, the scent of sex mixing with soap.
"God," Jasmine panted, laughing breathlessly. "This is... strangely good."
I chuckled weakly, still inside Tessa, my cock twitching as the last pulses faded. "Yeah... no fucking kidding."
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Sexual Activity Completed
Partner: Threeso
EXP Gained:
11
Star Rating: 1.3 ★
Reason: Performance Assist Detected
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Just a few more EXP and I’d level up...
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Na: Evan Marlowe
Age: 21
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 73 kg
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Level: 2
EXP: 174 / 179
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Kim didn’t invite
for dinner... again. But I didn’t have to be a detective to know why... because she had a fight with Tom...
Again.
Ah, fuck dinner. This was an important day.
This was the day. I was going to have sex with Jasmine in the gas station and get my reward. And then—I was going to level up. But... first I had to make sure I wasn’t ever going to get caught. And for that, I needed help.
"Co on, man," I said to Richard, who was standing behind the counter, scrolling lazily on his phone. "Help
out here. She’ll be here any minute."
Richard lifted his eyes just enough to give
the kind of look only a man with zero patience could. "I cannot let you have sex in there. I an, co on, what if soone sees that?"
"Just tell them that the bathroom is under maintenance. Put up a sign. Lie. I don’t care, just cover for ."
His brows furrowed. "My god, just go and fuck in a bed like a normal person."
"She wanted us to have sex where I’m working to—" I scrambled for sothing that didn’t sound pathetic. "To... understand
better."
"Understand you better," he repeated flatly. "By screwing in a toilet stall?"
"Yeah. Bonding experience. Real deep stuff."
Richard dragged his palm down his face. "Fucking hell..." He shook his head, sighed, and waved
off. "Fine. You have five minutes. If anyone complains, I’m sending them right back there to bust you."
"Yes!" I grinned, pumping my fist. "Thank you!"
He muttered sothing about losing brain cells just by knowing , but I ignored it. My pulse was already quickening because I heard the soft hiss of the automatic doors open.
And there she was.
Jasmine.
Her hips swayed as she walked in. She wore a cropped leather jacket over a tiny black tank top that left just enough underboob to tease . Her jeans clung tight to her thighs, frayed at the knees, and her heeled boots clicked with every step. She looked like sin dressed up for a casual Friday.
When her eyes locked on , a smile spread across her lips, slow and knowing. I quickly walked to her, heart hamring, and forced a grin that probably looked too eager.
She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot. "You really want to fuck
there?" she whispered, tilting her head toward the dingy restroom sign glowing above the hallway.
"I, uh... cleaned the whole thing if that’s what you’re worrying about," I said, trying for casual but tripping over my words. "Always wanted to have sex in a place like this."
Lies, lies, lies. But what else could I do? I had to sell it. If I wanted that rush—if I wanted to win—I had to push through.
Her smirk widened. "Alright then. Lead the way, you horny boy."
I glanced back once more. Richard stood with his arms crossed, shaking his head in pure disappointnt. He mouthed silently: Five minutes.
I gave him a thumbs-up and ushered Jasmine down the hallway.
The restroom door creaked open, and I ushered her inside. It was what you’d expect from a gas station bathroom: flickering fluorescent light, cracked mirror above a stained sink, faint bleach clinging to the air but not strong enough to kill the sll of piss hiding underneath. Two stalls sat at the far end, their flimsy tal doors dented and scratched with half-carved graffiti.
"Romantic," Jasmine teased, dropping her jacket onto the hook behind the door.
"You have no idea," I said, swallowing hard.
She grinned and without hesitation, tugged her tank top over her head. Her tits bounced free, full and round, nipples stiff before I even touched her. She wiggled out of her jeans in one smooth shimmy, and the fact that she wore nothing underneath made my cock twitch painfully against my zipper.
"Your turn," she said, her voice low, daring.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I put our clothes into my bag, pants and boxers gone right after. My cock sprang free, already hard. Her eyes flicked down, lingering, then she bit her lip. That look alone nearly made
blow.
I forced myself to focus, grabbed a condom from my wallet, and ripped the wrapper open. She smirked as I rolled it on, her tongue darting across her lips like she was already imagining it inside her.
"Co on," she whispered, pulling
toward the far stall.
We ducked inside, barely enough room for the both of us. The tal door rattled shut and I slid the lock. My back hit the wall as her hands pressed against my chest.
"Fuck
already," she demanded.
I lifted her leg, hooked it over my shoulder, and lined myself up. Her pussy was slick, ready, and the mont I pushed inside, she gasped and clutched at .
"God—" I hissed, pushing deeper. The stall walls shook with every thrust, tal rattling.
"Mm, you like this dirty shit, huh?" she whispered into my ear, voice dripping with mockery and heat all at once.
"Yeah," I grunted, pounding into her harder. "Fuck, you’re so tight."
Her nails dug into my shoulders. "Don’t hold back."
I didn’t. I slamd into her, each thrust loud enough that if anyone ca down the hall, they’d hear. My cock stretched her wide, every drive of my hips forcing a sharp gasp out of her throat. Her tits bounced against my chest with each motion, nipples brushing my skin, sweat already slicking between us.
"God, you’re fucking
like an animal," Jasmine panted, clawing at my shoulders.
"You wanted this," I growled, my breath hot against her ear.
"I wanted you," she shot back, voice trembling as I hamred her against the stall wall. "I wanted this cock inside ."
The stall rattled. tal clanged with every hard thrust. I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop. I was buried so deep in her I thought I’d split her apart, and still she was begging for more.
"Faster," she gasped. "Harder—fuck—just like that!"
I gave it to her, pounding harder, hips slamming into her ass until the sound echoed in the tiny restroom. My thighs burned from the force of it, but I couldn’t get enough. Her pussy clenched around
like a vice, hot and wet, making
groan with every push.
And then—panic.
The bathroom door squeaked open.
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