I smirked, my hands tightening around her waist. Leaning in, I whispered into her ear, my voice a low, teasing murmur. "Seems like someone''s popular."

    She shot me a glare, but her face was flushed, her nervous energy palpable.

    "Shhh..." she murmured, trying to make me silent.

    The voices continued, casual chatter filling the space just outside the stall. Natasha remained on my lap, my dick inside her pussy hole.

    "Relax," I whispered again, tracing the curves of her chest. "They don''t know a thing... yet."

    Natasha''s head turned sharply toward the stall wall, her breath catching as her boyfriend''s voice echoed through the washroom. Her body froze for a moment, trembling against mine.

    I couldn''t help but smirk, leaning into her ear. "Looks like we''ve got an audience." Before she could react, I thrust into her once more.

    "Ahh—" she moaned softly, quickly clapping a hand over her mouth to control the sound.

    "Hey, did you hear that?" one of the guys outside asked.

    "Nope. You''re imagining things, idiot," came the reply, followed by a laugh.

    Natasha''s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her wide eyes darting nervously toward the door. She tried to hold herself still, but I didn''t stop.

    My thrusts were slow and deliberate, fucking her even as she tried to muffle her gasps.

    Their conversation carried on, the boys teasing her boyfriend.

    "Ronnie, man, your girlfriend''s so hot. Honestly, I wouldn''t mind fucking her—"

    "Shut up, losers," Ronnie snapped, his tone sharp and defensive. Moments later, the sound of a stall door opening and closing signaled that he had entered one beside us.

    Natasha stiffened against me, her eyes brimming with panic, but her lips were parted, her breaths shallow.

    A mixture of shame and undeniable desire played across her face.

    "Relax," I whispered, my fingers tracing the edge of her night lingerie. With a swift motion, I unclasped it, letting the fabric fall away to expose her two big busty balls.

    Her full, soft curves pressed against me, and I couldn''t resist groping them in my hands.

    "Don''t... Ahh—don''t do this here," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the way her body leaned into me betrayed her words.

    "Ahhh..." Her breath hitched as I leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I teased her with my tongue, savoring her warmth, as my hands roamed down, squeezing her ass hard, riding her movements on top of me.

    Claire raised an eyebrow. "Important, huh? Like what?"

    I shrugged, keeping my tone nonchalant. "Never mind. It''s resolved now." I grabbed a piece of bread from my plate, taking a bite as though the conversation held no weight.

    From the corner of my eye, I could see Natasha adjusting her glasses, her fingers fidgeting nervously. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she avoided making eye contact with anyone.

    Maya tilted her head, her sharp gaze settling on Natasha. "Why do you guys look like you just ran a marathon? And, Natasha, why are you out of breath?"

    Natasha''s hand froze mid-adjustment, her cheeks growing even redder. She forced a small, awkward laugh and waved Maya off. "It''s... it''s nothing. Relax. We just, uh... went to meet one of the teachers in the art gallery. That''s why."

    Maya''s eyebrows shot up. "Art gallery?"

    Natasha buried herself in her food, mumbling, "Yeah, Austin helped me back then with the art..so it was important to take him"

    "But it was Austin who took you out, saying he wants to talk about something.." Zayn chimed in with a bored timid face, though he brain was running more than necesarry today.

    *Cough*

    I suppressed a grin and kept eating, letting. Natasha glanced at me, and I caught her eye for a brief moment. Her lips tightened into a shy smile before she looked away, focusing on her food.

    Changing the subject seemed like the only way to move forward. After we finished eating, Natasha excused herself to change.

    When she returned, she was back to her usual self, now wearing a simple one-piece dress that fell just above her knees. Claire clapped her hands together, her excitement palpable.

    "All right, gang! It''s time for the treasure hunt. Let''s get moving."

    Finally...I said in my mind.

    My pulse quickened at the thought. "I''ve been waiting for this. Time to win."

    Maya rolled her eyes. "Of course, you''re already thinking about winning that stone don''t you?"

    I grinned at her. "What''s the point of a treasure hunt if you don''t aim for the top?"

    Natasha adjusted her glasses, a small smile tugging at her lips. "It''s not all about winning, you know. It''s supposed to be fun."

    "Winning is fun," I shot back with a smirk.

    "I''ll carry the team," I teased, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

    With that, we headed out together, the air buzzing with anticipation for the challenge ahead.