I fucked my best friend in the college bathroom

The bathroom smelled like cheap soap and desperation. I had her bent over the grimy sink, her backpack still on, straps digging into her shoulders. She gripped the edge, knuckles white, as I hiked up her skirt. No panties—fuck, she was already wet. I slid a finger into her pussy, then another, stretching her, making her moan. Her eyes met mine in the mirror, dilated and hungry. I pulled my fingers out, slick with her juices, and traced them over her lips. She licked them clean, never breaking eye contact. “You want more?” I growled, grasping her hips, positioning my cock at her entrance. She nodded, biting her lip. I slammed into her, hard, making her gasp. Her pussy was tight, clenching around me like a vice. I pounded into her, each thrust echoing off the tiles, her tits bouncing with the impact. She started to shake, her orgasm building, and I reached around, rubbing her clit in fast, rough circles. She came with a cry, her body convulsing, and I followed soon after, filling her with my cum.

She slumped against the sink, breathing hard, her reflection showing flushed cheeks and swollen lips. I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices and my cum. She turned to face me, a smirk on her lips. “About time you fucked me like you meant it,” she said, her voice raspy. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “This was just the beginning,” I said, leaning in to kiss her, tasting her filth on my lips. She moaned into the kiss, her hands reaching for my cock again, ready for more. The bathroom was a mess of our combined fluids, the air thick with the scent of sex. But neither of us cared. We were far from done.