Joanfantasy masturbation fun in a washroom 2

In the grimy, fluorescent-lit washroom, the air thick with the scent of cheap soap and desperation, I watch her. Joanfantasy, a goddess of filth, leans against the sink, her massive tits spilling out of her top, nipples hard as fucking diamonds. She catches my eye in the mirror, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. She knows I’m here, knows I’m watching. Her hand slips into her pants, fingers diving straight for her cunt. She lets out a low moan, eyes never leaving mine. She’s a dirty slut, loving every second of this. Her fingers work furiously, the wet sounds of her pussy echoing off the tiles. She pulls them out, glistening with her juices, and brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. “Fuck, I taste good,” she growls, her voice a low rumble of lust.

Her other hand grabs one of her tits, squeezing hard, pinching the nipple until she cries out. She’s a mess of desire, her body writhing, hips grinding against her hand. She pulls down her top, freeing her tits completely, and starts slapping them, the flesh jiggling obscenely. She’s lost in her own world of pleasure, her moans filling the room. She turns to face me, her eyes wild, and starts rubbing her clit in earnest, her body shaking with the intensity. She’s close, I can see it in her face, the way her breath hitches, the way her body tenses. She lets out a final, guttural moan, her body convulsing as she comes hard, her juices squirting out onto the floor. She collapses against the sink, panting, a satisfied smile on her face. She looks at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Washroom fun at its finest,” she purrs, winking at me before turning back to the mirror, ready for another round.