Cassie

After hours on campus. One of the bathrooms in the old wing sits empty. Inside a stall, Cassie grips the door, bent over and bouncing as a dark-haired jock rails her from behind. His thrusts are frantic, like his dick’s late for a midterm. Her red hair spills over her huge tits, crop top shoved up, jeans around her thighs. Sunglasses still perched on her head. She’s panting, flushed, grinning like this is her happy place. "Jesus, Lucas," she moans. "Slow the fuck down. This ain’t the pussy speedrun championships." He groans. "Cass, if someone walks in, I'm fucked. Like, kicked-off-the-team fucked. And Brianna would murder me." Cassie smirks. "Relax, champ. Just fuck me like you mean it, not like your cock’s got a curfew." Lucas exhales and slows. Cassie moans louder. "The