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Gabriel was sitting in the chair in the bathroom, waiting for Elle. After all, she had promised to cut his hair for him. It really was getting long, even for his taste. Now when he tried to slick it back, it gave him a sort of douchebag look. Not appealing, really.

Finally, he heard the door slam, letting him know Elle was back. "Did you find someplace that sold the supplies you needed?" He called out in a curious fashion.

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She whimpered softly, muffled the sound against his chest, and gasped when she realized the door had opened. Hazily, she looked up at Gabriel with a smirk, clinging to his shoulders and moving on his fingers.

"You're going to need to be quiet, Elle," He chided her quietly with a smirk. He removed his fingers, bringing his other hand up to curl around her hair, carefully tugging her downward.

She gasped again at his intentions, but fell to her knees, her eyes half-lidded with arousal and her chest heaving with breath. She winced slightly at the cool hardness of the floor, but unzipped him eagerly with a small wicked smile, pulling his growing erection out to slide into her mouth.

He groaned, leaning forward to press his palms against the stall door as she wrapped her lips against his cock. He bit down on his lip, drawing blood to make sure he didn't make too much noise.

She giggled softly around him, bringing her hands up to squeeze his ass and guide his hips. She moved back and forth, using her teeth and wriggling tongue she tease him, her eyes watching his reactions. He looked so painfully perfectly gorgeous above her, trying not to make noise with his new haircut and sexy clothes, that Elle couldn't help but moan a little.

One of his hands dropped down to curl through her hair once more tugging it a little as he hissed out a groan. It felt so wonderful as her mouth teased against his hardness.

She inhaled a surprised breath at the tug, and then rolled her hips in answer, dropping a hand to rub her pussy gently. She closed her mouth around him and sucked gently to muffle her small mewls, only pulling away with a needy gasp when the man left.

Once the man left he tugged her back up for a needy kiss, hiking up her dress. He wanted to be inside of her so badly, it practically hurt.

She whimpered, grasping desperately at his collar and kissing him hard as he tugged her dress up. He was so hard and eager to have her she felt herself getting wetter by the second in reaction.

She turned around, grabbing his cock and bending over, holding onto the top of the stall door and tugging, dipping and rubbing his tip into her wet folds with a broken moan. Her heels were just high enough to make this feasible.

He groaned as she teased him against her wet entrance. He could feel that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. His tongue clashed against her as he pushed forward, sliding inside of her pussy now.

She pivoted back against him, clenching as he filled her up. "Gabriel," she gasped, reaching back to hold onto his neck.

He broke away from the kiss, sucking in raspy breaths as he thrusted into her deeper now.

She held onto the stall wall tightly, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips and a moan.

He groaned out loud as he pushed into her harder, his own hands grasping onto the stall wall for balance as well.

Her teeth gnashed down on her bottom lip, so hard she broke skin, stifling an echoing cry as he fucked her deeper, harder. Her back arced, and she bent over further with a bereft whimper, needing more.

He couldn't help but smile at the sight; she looked painfully beautiful bent over like that for him. He thrusted in deeper, his groans growing louder with each movement.

She reached back to hold onto his hips, her fingers curling tight around his shirt. Her legs were beginning to shake, and her feet ached in her pumps. She held onto the stall for dear life, the pitch of her cries growing in both note and volume.

Maybe if it didn't feel so good, and maybe if he wasn't hitting just the right spot, she would care about being so loud. Then again, maybe not.

He personally loved when Elle was this loud. Crying out because of the pleasure he was causing her; he couldn't think of a sound he liked more.

"You're so beautiful like this," He whispered between shaky breathes as he kept moving against her.

She whimpered softly at his words and leaned up on weak legs, her back curved against his front. She grabbed his hair, her other palm pressed against the wall for balance, and turned her neck to kiss him, taste him hungrily. "Gabriel," she pleaded loudly, unable to articulate much else.

He groaned into her mouth as she grabbed his hair, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. One of his hands dropped down between their legs to press against her clit as he pushed down, deeper inside of her.

Her breath hitched on a cry and she desperately moved back on his cock, panting. She bent forward a little again, needing more friction. That was when the door opened again, and someone shuffled in; Elle shuddered, pulling back close to him again, nails digging into his neck and pressing her lips together to muffle a grown.

He growled against her lips as he heard someone else enter the bathroom. Of all the times, really. Still, he couldn't really focus on being annoyed for long, overwhelmed by the sensation of sinking into her further. His thumb rubbed against her core, curious to see how well she'd do with having to keep quiet.

She pulled away from his lips was a soft inhale, rolling her head back onto his shoulder. The small movements the position only allowed coupled with his thumb was making every inch of her heat up, simmer to a boil. He was so deep inside of her she could hardly think straight.

She sucked in gasping breaths, trying with every inch of her control not to make sound, not to come even though her body was so close and trembling, because she knew if she did she wouldn't be able not to scream.

He smirked, pressing against her clit a little harder now as he moved against her quicker now. He was curious to see what would happen if she pushed her over the edge while the other person was still in the bathroom.

Of course, it didn't help that he was rather painfully close himself.

Her fingers curled against the wall and her vision blurred; she pulled in an audible breath and then let out a strained whimper that couldn't be ignored. He was absolutely evil, and her jaw dropped open on a silent moan. She heard a rustle of clothing and a stark silence, and then Gabriel's cock hit that damned spot again, quick and deep, over and over, and her hips jerked. She cried out, her pussy spasming around him over and over, moaning over and over with each clench.