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Transit, 50

Lori leaned back on the plush booth, her black false leather top clinging to every curve; With a deliberate, exaggerated motion, she slowly peeled the banana, her eyes never leaving Sasha’s. The yellow fruit revealed itself piece by piece, her fingers moving with calculated ease. Her blue eyes locked on him, catching the amused expression on his face as it shifted into something more primal.

Raising the banana to her lips, Lori dragged it across them, her tongue darting out for a brief, playful flick before taking it in. She tilted her head slightly, ensuring Sasha saw everything. The corners of her lips curled up in a wicked grin as she pushed the banana deeper, her throat easily accommodating the motion. Lori exaggerated every movement, letting out a soft moan that could barely be heard over the music in the club. Sasha’s breath hitched, her dark eyes widening as his lips parted in awe—or maybe hunger.

The air between them grew heavy, pulsing with an unspoken tension. Lori’s hand slid down the banana, a slow, deliberate motion that had Sasha’s gaze pinned in place. Lori smirked around the fruit, pulling it out with a pop, her eyes glinting with mischief.

But there was more in that exchange than just a joke. Lori’s playful facade faltered as her body heated with an undeniable ache. She didn’t need to say a word; the fire in Sasha’s gaze mirrored her own. They didn’t need to plan. Sasha stood, her movements smooth and purposeful, and Lori followed without hesitation.

They disappeared into the hallway leading to the restrooms, the pounding bass of the music fading behind them. As they entered the dim, private space of the bathroom stall, Lori’s back hit the cool tiled wall, and Sasha closed the door behind them with a quiet click.

The soft, wet sounds of Lori’s lips moving with deliberate rhythm filled the cramped stall, mingling with Sasha’s low groans and the faint rustling of fabric. The air grew thick, their breaths sharp and heavy, echoing in the intimate space like a secret shared only between them.

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