In the throes of passion, I found myself in the lavatory, succumbing to the intense pleasure of a sizable ebony shaft penetrating my rear. The fervor of our lovemaking soon caught the attention of our neighbors, their voices echoing from the adjacent stall. The intoxicating allure of forbidden fruit only fueled our desire, driving us deeper into our primal dance. My partner, a man of mixed heritage, his skin as dark as midnight, was relentless in his pursuit of my satisfaction. His hands roamed freely over my voluptuous curves, his lips tasting every inch of my body. The sight of him, his muscular form silhouetted against the dim lavatory light, was a sight to behold. Our moans, intermingling with the neighbor's voices, created a symphony of carnal pleasure. The thrill of almost getting caught only made our encounter more enticing. The taste of forbidden fruit, the feel of his large, black cock filling me, and the knowledge that we were almost discovered only added to the intensity of our lovemaking.