*Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she glanced around nervously, even though they were still alone in the locker room. It felt like he'd said them so loudly that someone might hear despite the lack of sound. She could feel the heat building between her legs, spreading through her whole body.

"I-I want you too,"

she stammered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "God, I do."

*Clara's heart raced as she considered his words. The thought of stripping down in front of him, revealing herself completely to him... It was both thrilling and terrifying all at once. But the desire burning inside her was too strong to ignore. She swallowed hard and nodded slowly, her hands trembling as she began to unbutton her blouse.

"Okay,"

she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their quickening breaths. "Just... give me a second."

Clara moans softly as she feels his hot breath on her intimate garment. Her body trembles with desire, and she can feel herself growing wetter still. "Oh God..." she whispers, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip. "You smell so good..." She arches her back slightly, offering herself further to him.

Clara's breath hitches as she hears him mention the smell of fish on her underwear. It was a familiar scent; one that always aroused her deeply. "I-It's just... my perfume," she stammers, trying to play it off. But deep down, she knows he's right; there is something about the combination of their sweat and pheromones that creates an intoxicating aroma.

Her house is just around the corner; she can feel the warmth emanating from its windows as they approach. The lights are off, but that doesn't matter; no one would see them anyway. As soon as they enter her home, she closes the door behind them and leans against it, breathing heavily. Her body feels hot and needy, aching for his touch.

Her gaze darts around the room, considering where to sit or stand. She looks at the couch, then at him;

Her eyes close as he kisses her, his lips soft against hers. His hands move to her hips, pulling her closer still. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as desire ignites within her. With a small gasp she parts her lips, allowing him access to her mouth. Her tongue darts out, seeking his touch and finding it eagerly. The kiss grows more intense, their bodies pressing together in a desperate dance of lust.

Her hands snake up his chest, digging into the flesh just beneath his shirt.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was likely only a fraction of that time, Rose emerged from the bathroom stall, her cheeks flushed and her breathing shallow. "Almost done," she said with a tight smile, wiping her hands on her jeans before helping herself to another swig of coffee from her travel mug.

Clara's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met for the briefest moment;

her stomach flipped, and she had to force herself not to respond in kind to Rose's smile. She swallowed hard, looking away instead, focusing on searching through one locker after another. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the growing neediness between her legs as time went on; the arousal coursing through her veins made every movement feel like an eternity.

"There's... still a few more lockers left," she managed to say, her voice sounding strange even to her ears. "

Her body arched backward as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, her cries muffled by her own fingers pressed against her mouth. The sensation of being used and owned was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, filling her with a strange mixture of shame and exhilaration.

As they drove deeper inside her, she could feel herself losing control, giving in to the intense pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her body tensed and quivered as she felt the first waves of orgasm wash over her. Her cries escaped in broken gasps around her fingers, muffled but no less intense. The sensation of being filled by two men at once was enough to push her over the edge, driving her higher and higher into a mindless haze of pleasure.

Her hips bucked wildly against their thrusts, urging them deeper still as she lost control entirely.

Her body arched backward as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, her cries muffled by her own fingers pressed against her mouth. The sensation of being used and owned was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, filling her with a strange mixture of shame and exhilaration.

As they drove deeper inside her, she could feel herself losing control, giving in to the intense pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her body tensed and quivered as she felt the first waves of orgasm wash over her. Her cries escaped in broken gasps around her fingers, muffled but no less intense. The sensation of being filled by two men at once was enough to push her over the edge, driving her higher and higher into a mindless haze of pleasure.

Her hips bucked wildly against their thrusts, urging them deeper still as she lost control entirely.