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“Lock the bloody door,” a woman says.

“Did you check to see if we’re alone?” a man asks.

Wait. What?

“I’m tired of jumping from one loo to the other,” the woman says. “This is it.”

“You’ve been itching for an audience for a while.” The man chuckles.

Huh?

“With good reason,” the woman says. “This is our carefree weekend without the twins. Let’s make it wild, big daddy.”

I peek through the crack of the door to get a glimpse of the couple. When the woman walks in front of the stall, I scoot out of the way.

“How dare you tease me like this?” the man says. His footsteps are loud against the stone floor.

“As posh as this evening is, it’s dreadful and boring as fuck. I had to come up with a way of livening things up. I figured my pussy would do.”

Whoa!

“You can’t wait until we get back to the hotel?” the man asks, humor lacing each word.

I commiserate with how boring the evening is, but he’s right. Get a room!

“We don’t do lame, big daddy,” the woman says. “A public fuck is exactly what we need.”

She did not just say that.

“I tucked my creamed knickers inside your pocket because my cunt is desperate for your big fat cock.”

I swallow my gasp.

I didn’t know British people were this daring. Phoebe is right. Two years in London and I spent all my time working, leaving little room for socializing and closing the door to dating and sex. Now, I’m starting to think I missed out.

“Be careful what you wish for, gummy bear.” There’s a warning in the man’s voice.

“I don’t want to be careful!” the woman says. “I want to be savagely fucked. I don’t want it later. I want it bloody right now!”

The man lets out a feral growl. “Show me that beautiful cunt, you slut. Hands on the counter and pussy ready to be stuffed.”

What the—

“I thought you’d never ask.” The woman sounds giddy.

I’m so stunned, I’m uncertain if I should storm out of the stall or keep hiding.

I peek through the crack just in time to see the woman assume the position. She bends over the granite counter with her bare ass and pussy staring at me. The expression on her face reflecting in the mirror is so carnal, it’s unsettling.

Oh. My. God.

The man fumbles with his belt and zipper before lowering his pants and his boxer briefs to his knees.

I jerk back and clasp my hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.

Beckett is huge, but this guy is of eye-popping proportion.

The man is a horse!

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