Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 96: Cubicle Sex with Sara (R-18)

Chapter 96: Cubicle Sex with Sara (R-18)

The women’s washroom in the Grand Mall was a tight, fluorescent-lit cage, the white tiles shining under the harsh lights. The faint drip of a faucet and the distant murmur of shoppers were drowned out by the raw, heated sounds of our breaths, the air thick with the musky scent of

Sara straddled me on the toilet seat, her skirt bunched around her waist, completely naked from below, her black stockings taut against her thighs, her panties discarded on the floor, her jacket open, her t-shirt clinging to her curves.

My jeans and underwear were pulled down, my long black shirt and t-shirt rucked up, my white sneakers scuffing the tiles as I gripped her ass, my dick buried deep inside her wet leaking hole, the heat of her pussy enveloping me.

Aeri waited back at the restaurant, her furrowed brow a guilty shadow in my mind, but Sara’s fire consumed me, her earlier threat—those sex clips.

"Ahh... yeahh...Ezra...ahhh..." Sara moaned, her voice low and sultry, her hips rocking as she rode my dick, her hands gripping my shoulders, her red-painted nails digging through my shirt. Her boots swayed faintly, her stockings rubbing my thighs.

"Arghh, huhh," I groaned, my hands grabbing her ass, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh, her bunched skirt on her waist as I guided her movements, the slick warmth of her pussy walls driving me deeper into the moment.

My chest heaved, my breath ragged, the sensation overwhelming, her body a storm I couldn’t escape right now.

Sara’s eyes flashed, a mix of irritation and lust as she grabbed my face hard, her fingers pressing into my cheeks.

"Are you enjoying it now, huh, you stupid fuck?" she said, her voice sharp, taunting, but laced with desire, her hips never slowing, her pussy clenching around my cock, each thrust hitting her womb, her walls slippery with the juices that is leaking out of this horny bitch.

"Arghh..." I groaned, my dick throbbing inside her, the intensity of her words and her grip sparking something wild in me, my hands tightening on her ass, guiding her faster, harder, the friction of her pussy against my cock pushing me to the edge.

"Ahh... I want some more..." Sara said, her voice hungry, her eyes glinting as she shrugged off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

Her hands grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, yanking it over her head, her big boobs spilling out, free and bouncing with her movements, her skin glowing under the fluorescent light, her nipples hard and inviting.

"Ahh fuck." I moaned and leaned forward unabke to resist her big melons that are of the same size as Aeri’s , my lips finding her chest, sucking one nipple, the salty taste filling my mouth as I teased it with my tongue, then moved to the other, sucking harder, my hands still on her ass, her hips slamming down on me.

"Ahhh, yeahhhh... like that, my puppy...that’s how I want it..ahhh.." Sara moaned going crazy on me, her voice breaking, her hands cradling my face, pressing me tightly to her boobs, her body shivering as she chased her climax, her boots swaying, her stockings a soft friction against my skin.

Her nipples were salty, warm, the texture driving me wild as I switched between them, my dick continously thrusting inside her, her pussy tightening around my hardened shart with every thrust.

Sara slammed her hips down faster, the rhythm relentless, the cubicle filled with the wet sounds of our bodies, her moans climbing higher, the tension building to a peak in my cock, the pressure unbearable.

"Arghh, fuck, ahhhh..." I groaned, grabbing her ass tighter, thrusting up harder, faster, my hips meeting hers in a desperate, hurried pace, the need to release overwhelming, my mind blank except for her heat, her moans, her body.

"Ahhh..ahhh..."

*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*

The sharp sound of skin hitting skin erupted from the cubicle, each thrust felt raw and wild as I fucked her relentlessly.

"So fucking good...ahhh...more..harder Ezra...harder....ahhhhh I am going crazy." Her hips moved with a fierce hunger for my dick, slamming down on me again and again, loud enough for anyone to hear it outside of this cubicle. We were completely drowned and lost in our own world fucking till our climax exploded together.

"Ahhh, umph..." Sara moaned, locking her lips with mine, kissing me hard, her tongue tangling with mine, her pussy clenching around my dick as she rode me, savoring every inch.

"Ahh... ahhh... ahhhh..." Her moans grew louder, her head tilting back, her eyes squeezing shut as her body tensed, her orgasm hitting with a sharp cry, her pussy pulsing, her juices flooding around my cock.

"Arghhhhh!!!" I groaned, my voice heavy, giving one final thrust, my dick buried deep as I released, my semen spilling inside her, the pleasure ripping through me, my body shuddering.

We stayed there, jolting against each other, her arms wrapping tightly around me, her body shivering in a fierce hug, her boobs pressed against my chest, her breath hot against my neck.

She held me close, her nails grazing my back, her stockings brushing my thighs, the cubicle a small, heated world, the aftershocks of our release binding us in the moment.

Back at the restaurant, Aeri sat alone in the booth, the pile of shopping bags spilling over the couch, the warm glow of the wooden tables softening the worry on her face. She glanced back at the washroom, wondering what must be happening inside that is taking us so much time.

Her brows furrowing deeper as she muttered to herself, "Should I go and check them once..?" Her voice was soft, tinged with unease, her fingers tapping the table, her eyes flicking toward the restaurant’s entrance as she took her phone out of her bag.

"Ahhh... huff..huff..." Sara moaned softly, her voice trailing off as she slowly released herself from me, her pussy slick with our mingled juices, her body shivering as she stood, her boots clicking lightly on the tiles.

"That was so good," she said, her tone satisfied, a smirk curling her lips, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and mischief.

"Ahh, huhh, huff..." I caught my breath, my chest heaving, my hands gripping the edge of the seat, the cold grounding me as guilt flooded in, sharp and unrelenting.

Aeri’s face flashed in my mind—her gentle voice, her concern about me eating lunch, her trust in me while I was here, fucking Sara in a washroom cubicle. My face burned, not just from the heat of the moment but from the shame twisting inside me, my heart pounding with the weight of what I’d done.

Sara stepped back, fully naked now, her stockings and boots the only thing left, her curves glowing under the cubicle’s lights.

"I was feeling kind of jealous, you know?" she said, holding my face and looking down at me. She rubbing my lips with her thumb, her voice low, teasing, like I was her pet, her possession. "Looking at you and Aeri acting like cute couples, even though you’re just stepmom and son."

Her words stung, her smirk sharpening, her eyes locking onto mine, knowing exactly how to twist the knife, her casual mention of Aeri slicing through me.

I gulped, my throat tight, staring at her, unable to speak. The guilt was a wave, drowning me in regret, the truth of my love for Aeri—a secret that is known by Sara—making her words cut deeper.

I felt exposed, raw, the weight of my actions crushing me, but there was nothing I could say, no way to undo it. Sara’s confidence, her control, left me frozen, my hands clenching, my eyes dropping to the tiles, the shame too heavy to meet her gaze.

"Phew," Sara said, breaking the silence, reaching for the tissue roll mounted on the wall. She tore off a wad, wiping her pussy, cleaning my semen that is leaking out from her pussy, the soft rustle of the tissue loud in the quiet.

She dressed quickly, pulling her t-shirt over her head, smoothing her skirt, slipping her jacket back on, her stockings shifting as she stepped.

She looked untouched, unruffled, like nothing had happened, her red nails adjusting her hair as she hummed a faint tune, carefree and victorious.

She unlocked the cubicle door, the click sharp, and glanced back at me, her smirk softening into something almost playful.

"Clean yourself and come out fast," she said, her voice light but edged with command. "Your Aeri’s waiting for you." She stepped out, the door swinging shut behind her, the faint hum of her tune lingering as she left, the washroom’s silence crashing back over me.

The door closed with a soft thud, leaving me alone in the cubicle, my thoughts a chaotic storm. I sat there, my jeans still down, my dick softening, my face still wet with her juices, the taste of her lingering on my lips.

The guilt was suffocating, Aeri’s trusting smile a dagger in my chest, the imagination of her checking her watch, muttering about us being late, tearing me apart.

I sighed deeply, the sound heavy, echoing off the tiles, my hands raking through my hair, my heart pounding with regret. The cubicle felt smaller, colder, the weight of what I’d done with Sara—and what it could cost me with Aeri—pressing down, leaving me alone with my shame, the faint drip of the faucet a mocking rhythm in the empty space.