The door clicked shut. I was alone in the tiny bathroom, with my skirt still bunched around my waist, his cum cooling on my thighs, and my hair a wrecked curtain of black around my face. The mirror showed me everything: the flush on my cheeks, the swollen curve of my lips, and the wet shine between my legs.I should have fixed myself, grabbed paper towels, cleaned up, smoothed my skirt, and pinned my hair, just to become Summer the professional flight attendant again. That's what a smart woman would have done. A woman who valued her job, her reputation, and the careful facade she'd built over years of polite smiles and efficient service.Instead, I spread my legs wider, waiting for the next man. The cool air hit my wet cunt, and I shivered. I leaned back against the counter, with my palms flat on the cold metal, and let my thighs fall open.I wanted him to open that door and find me exactly like this, with my legs spread, cunt glistening, and a stranger's cum still leaking down my th
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