I meet you in the locker room upstairs.
I push you against the lockers and attack your neck with my mouth.
Your hands grab at my sides as I bite up your skin along your collarbone.
I attach my mouth to yours and grab at your wrists.
I put zip ties around the right and you whimper and pull away.
I drop your hands and grab your bun, twisting and forcing you to turn and push your chest into the lockers.
I hungrily put my mouth back on your exposed skin as my hands meet at your waist and begin to pull your shirt up.
My left hand slides up and squeezes the ample flesh of your perfect tits and a few growls escape your throat.
My right hand slides below your waist band only slightly to tease your curls and I switch to the other side of your chest.
When I suddenly withdraw both my hands you whimper and turn to me and I grab your wrists again, securing your left and locking both hands in front of you.
Lifting your hands abound your head I step back to admire the look of you pinned.
I run my free hand across your neck and down your chest, stopping to squeeze your nipples and unbutton a few damn buttons.
Down across your belly button and my hand lingers to play with the ring there for just a second before moving down to the button on your very well fitting pants.
The button opens and the zipper slides down and another gasp as my hand grabs at your warm fuzzy pussy.
My fingers can feel the heat and wetness.
I pull you backwards into the small bathroom, locking the door behind us.
Barely 10 minutes left on this break