Meri's shoulders pull back and draw inward slightly with a cringe as the Orcess suddenly pulls away, he could feel the tight belt's constriction pulling all the way down along his shaft before she freed herself. Then suddenly a coldness, the air lazily whirling in the small stall turned in to a biting coolness thanks to the saliva dribbling off his cock. The hand that had just hit the wall opens and falls flat as at the same time the elf's ear dip backwards. "<i>Maybe I shouldn't have done that.</i>"<br/><br/>The feeling is so soft, so smooth and almost painfully subtle as the woman's stubby fingers wrap around his shaft so lightly that there's no friction in the swift tugs. The dampness on his shaft allowed her to drift back and forth with ease, his thick member tightening in her grip as desperately he flexed it, causing the very tip to bob up and down waving just before his face. A growing guilt was starting to build deep in his stomach, quickly he digs through his jacket and soon produced his notepad. Suddenly he could feel the tightness in his shoes as again and again his toes would curl, the sensations provided by the woman on the otherside of the wall hardly enough. She may even hear him as he quickly scribbles down the note, using the wall as a backing and then over the top of the stall it falls. The folded bit of paper swings back and forth in the air before he lands beside her and slides across the floor to the other wall. "<span style="color: #ff0000">I apologize, I didn't mean to scare you. I just got angry that I can't talk.</span><span style="color: #808080">" This is what the note read, the letters uneven and jagged thanks to the marred wall.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>