The stale, chemical scent of the school restroom filled Masha's nostrils as she braced herself against the cold tile wall. Her boyfriend Demyan was behind her, his dick already out and pressing against her soaked panties. "Hurry," she whispered, her short skirt hiked up around her waist.

Demyan fumbled with his jeans, his cock—decent, but nothing special—sliding into her wet pussy with a soft, wet sound. He began pumping, his breath hot on her neck. It was okay. Familiar. But then the door crashed open.

Konstantin stood there, a smirk playing on his lips. He was bigger, broader, his presence sucking the air from the room. Without a word, he shoved Demyan aside. "My turn."

Masha gasped as Konstantin spun her around to face him. His hands were rough, possessive. He palmed her tits through her blouse, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. "Look at this pretty little fuckhole," he growled, yanking her panties down with a sharp rip. His thumb found her clit, rubbing rough, fast circles that made her knees buckle.

He didn't ask. He unbuckled his belt, freeing a thick, veiny monster of a cock that made Demyan's look like a toy. Spitting into his palm, he slicked himself up, the head glistening. "Gonna wreck this pussy," he promised, and then he was driving into her.

The stretch was immediate, brutal, perfect. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, each one hitting a spot Demyan never could. The slap of