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I abruptly leave him standing there looking like he is dumbfounded and won the lottery at the same time. Flannel guy watches me as I head to the men’s room, pausing only briefly to glance over my shoulder to see if he will follow.
His friends start cheering for him and threatening to take his place if he is just going to stand there. He trips over his own feet trying to follow me. By the time he gets to me in the men’s room I have my pencil skirt hiked up to expose my black lace thong and the zipper on my shirt is fully open to expose the swell of my breasts.
My hand dips down to my wet center and I tease my clit asking if he wants a taste. When he starts to walk towards me, I hold my now wet fingers out towards his mouth. He grins as he moves in to taste and when my fingers enter his mouth, he drags his tongue to make sure that he consumes every last drop of me.
I lean forward and whisper that this is as close as he will ever get to tasting my pussy and if he wants his cock to be drained, he has exactly 3 minutes before my boyfriend is going to walk through the door to reclaim what’s rightfully his.
The look of sheer panic in his eyes was almost enough for me to feel bad for the guy but his cock responded for him as it throbbed in anticipation of being released.
“Tick tock” I said.
He clumsily undid his pants, and his cock sprung free dripping precum and making a mess. I unbuttoned his flannel and pulled it from his shoulders before dropping it to the bathroom floor.
Before he could protest I dropped to my knees and took his cock to the back of my throat as he released a growling, “Fuuuck”
I could tell by how his balls tightened that he wasn’t going to use the full 3 minutes, so I loosened my grip and slowed my pace. Hoping to prolong the experience for both of us.
I took his shaft deep into my throat 3 more times before I heard the bathroom door open. Flannel guys friends were trying to warn whoever just entered not to interrupt what was unfolding in the men’s room.
I knew it was you though. I had been waiting for this moment, and I knew this party was coming to an end. Before he could catch on that someone was standing behind him, I swirled my tongue and took him deeply one last time, shaking my head at the base of his shaft and immediately felt his hot release.
You tap him on the shoulder and hand him a napkin with the words “fuck off” written in all caps. You don’t even look his direction, but you lock eyes with me while I show you his load still sitting in my mouth.
“Times up, my love” you growl.
Flannel guy panics in his post-nut euphoria and he exits quickly, greeted by high fives and cheers from his friends just outside the door.