After the never-ending flow slowly turned into a trickle then finally stopped, my ears started working again and I registered the sound of another toilet flushing. I grabbed wads of toilet paper and began to clean the residue of s*x Max and I had stained my thighs with. I was a mess.
Finally, I emerged and headed back towards the sink, only to find Foster already there, with a washcloth, mopping the sweat from his face and neck.
I let out a surprised, “oh,” as the object of my kinky thoughts appeared directly before me.
Foster dropped the cloth and grabbed me roughly. Before I could say another word, he had me backed into the tile wall and my skirt yanked up, as he covered my lips with his own.
He had his c**k out and inside of me before I even knew what was happening.
“Watching you f
