Her arms bore a thin, light brown covering of hair.Without warning, Hermione feels her legs being spread further apart, and her body being pulled up a little from the desk.At this point he looks around and gets some soft paper towels from the sink nearby.The friction became exquisite.The only changing rooms that they had were cubicles in the main shopping areas with curtains for doors.I can taste a little bit of his pre-cum on my tongue.He’s taken too much care with his appearance – the stubble on his face is trimmed to neat razor lines and his elaborately styled hair suggest narcissistic self-obsession.I saw a drop of almost clear liquid come out of his pee hole, “Is that pee or cum?” I asked him.There was a long silence as they sat staring at one another.It's me. Can I come in?"After a few minutes she was starting to strongly thrust back.She begins muttering things under her breath, as his chest hit up against her breasts as he thrusted.SMACK!"WHAP!What could I say other that