His breath caught in the back of his throat. He wasn't sure if Greta knew it or not, but that--what she was doing with her teeth right now--was his sex kryptonite. If his weight was not pinning her against the stall, it was something that would have made his knees buckle.
He moved his hands between them to make quick work of his trousers, pulling them down just enough so they were out of the way. Her skirt was a definite benefit to their situation, he decided, as he expertly pushed the fabric of her panties to the side before slowly entering her. He let out a low moan, his lips and teeth once again at work on her neck. "Fuck, Greta," he murmured, his lips leaving a trail of kisses slowly back to her mouth.
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