The bathroom door swung open launching you across the bathroom floor and right next to the toilet. You were laying on the floor looking right at the bottom of the toilet bowl. It felt like you were staring into the abyss. Sav walked in, her heavy boots thudded against the tiles, echoing like a drumline in Eric's heightened state of anxiety. Her tattooed legs looked like towering pillars in the doorway, casting a shadow over the tiny form huddled by the toilet. She had a knowing smirk on her lips as if she was aware of the chaos happening just out of her line of sight.
You tried to crawl away, but your tiny limbs could barely manage the task. The towel was out of reach, and your nakedness laid bare, making you feel more vulnerable than you ever had in your life. Sav's eyes remained fixed on her phone screen, scrolling through social media with a bored expression, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Eric was there. She leaned against the sink, her short black hair brushing her shoulders as she tapped away, her small tits jiggling slightly with her movement.
Suddenly, she looked up, her eyes scanning the floor. Eric froze, his breath held tight in his chest. He watched as she stepped closer to the toilet, her boot heels clicking with each step. He was sure she would see him, but she just stepped over him and pulled her pants down with practiced ease. She sat down on the toilet seat with a grunt, and Eric couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and terror. He was so close to her, he could see the delicate lace of her panties against her skin. He had to get away, but where?
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