Vivian slammed the stall door shut behind her and twisted the lock with trembling fingers.
Her back hit the metal, her chest heaving, her whole body trembling like it was seconds from exploding. Her soaked panties clung to her like a second skin. The ache between her legs had become unbearable, hot, throbbing, maddening.
She couldn’t wait.
She wouldn’t wait.
Her fingers dove under her waistband, slipping past the drenched cotton and straight into the dripping mess between her thighs. The second her fingers made contact with her clit, her knees buckled.
“f**k,” she hissed, eyes rolling back.
She didn’t ease into it. There was no time. She rubbed hard, fast, like her life depended on it. Like if she didn’t c*m right now, she’d implode.
In her mind, it was him.
Christopher.
Not her h
