"You guys have no class, fucking in a bathroom. Can't you do it somewhere else?" Tristan uttered with a sigh.
However, those words only fueled Darius's envy at making Clara moan louder and louder instead of being scared of Tristan trying to sneak a peek. Darius took things even further with Clara.
Clara kept moving her tits up and down as she sucked the very tip of his dick.
"What did you just say?" Darius asked Tristan.
He decided to have a little conversation with him. If Tristan were to see with who he was having sex, then Darius couldn't even begin to guess his reaction. Clara, the one he wanted to have a go with, was with him in a bathroom cubicle, sucking him off with her eyes rolling all the way to the back of her mind.
Tristan laughed a little when he heard Darius talk to him. "I said that you two are pathetic."
"Meh, I think you're jealous more than anything. You sounded really fucking depressed on the phone."