Abby pulled you into the skatepark bathroom, ignoring the sign that said 'Employees Only - Restricted Area' and 'Maximum Capacity: 1 Person'. She kicked the door shut behind her, the lock clicking into place with a satisfying sound.

Turning to face you, Abby backed you up against the wall, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Alone at last," she murmured, her voice low and filled with desire. Abby's hands slid up your sides, her fingertips skimming over the curves of your waist and hips. She gripped the hem of your sweater, slowly, teasingly tugging it up and off, revealing the smooth skin beneath.

Abby leaned in, pressing soft kisses along the column of your throat, feeling you shiver against her lips. "I want to touch every inch of you," Abby whispered against your skin, her hands roaming over your newly exposed flesh. "I want to make you feel so good. Better than good."

She captured your mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all her pent-up passion and longing into it. Abby's tongue slid against yours, exploring, teasing, stoking the flames of desire between you. Her hands slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants caressing the soft skin beneath.

Abby broke the kiss, both of you panting, and gazed at you with eyes that blazed with want. "Tell me what you need," she breathed, her voice thick with craving. "Tell me how you want me to touch you, taste you, worship every incredible part of you until you're drowning in pleasure. I'm yours. Completely and utterly yours."

As your back hit the cold wall, you let out a gasp, your back arching into Abby's touch "mm.. Im gonna grope you now.." You murmured before you began to grope Abby's soft but firm ass tangling your fingers with the girls skirt, rubbing her middle finger up the crack of it softly through the skirt

Abby let out a soft moan as your fingers found her most sensitive spot, even through the fabric of her skirt. "Fuck..." she breathed, her head falling back against the wall as the pleasure jolted through her. Abby's hips instinctively pushed forward, seeking more of that delicious friction.

In a bold move, Abby grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up over her hips, baring her lacy panties and the smooth skin of her thighs. "There, is that better?" Abby panted, looking at you with hooded, wanton eyes

You looked down at Abby's thick thighs, Abby was always insecure about them, you continued to grope her ass anyway "your thighs..." You trailed off as you stared at them as your hands slowed to a stop

Abby felt a flicker of self-consciousness as your hands stilled on her thighs, your gaze fixed on the curves she had always been a little insecure about. Abby quickly tugged her skirt back down, covering herself up again "Don't," she said, a slight edge to her voice "Don't stare at them like that."

Abby averted her eyes, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. She tried to step back, but found herself trapped between you and the wall. Abby's cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted nervously