Risky public sex in the toilet. Fucked a McDonald’s worker because of spilled soda!

In the grimy, fluorescent-lit bathroom of a bustling McDonald’s, the air thick with the stench of piss and cheap cleaner, I found myself face-to-face with a uniformed worker. Her name tag read “Jessica,” but I didn’t give a fuck about formalities. My cock was throbbing, and her spilled soda had left a sticky, sweet mess on my jeans, igniting a savage hunger within me. I pushed her against the grimy stall door, my hands roaming her body, squeezing her tits through her uniform. She gasped as I hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of stained cotton panties. I ripped them aside, my fingers plunging into her wet cunt, feeling her shudder as I roughly finger-fucked her. She moaned, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, as I unzipped my jeans, pulling out my hard, pulsating cock. I spun her around, bending her over the toilet paper dispenser, her ass high in the air. I spat on my cock, lubricating it before slamming into her, my hips pounding against her flesh. The sound of our fucking echoed through the bathroom, the stench of sex and desperation filling the air. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I fucked her harder, deeper, feeling her cunt clench around my cock. Her moans turned into screams as I reached around, rubbing her clit in brutal circles, pushing her over the edge. I felt her body convulse, her cunt gripping my cock tightly, and I knew I was close. With a final, savage thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my hot, sticky cum, marking her as mine in that filthy, public bathroom.

The bathroom door creaked open, the distant murmur of customers ordering Big Macs and fries a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic fucking happening just feet away. Jessica’s breath hitched as I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices. I smacked her ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. “Clean yourself up,” I growled, tucking my cock back into my jeans. She nodded, her cheeks flushed, as she quickly fixed her uniform. I washed my hands, the water running cold and harsh, a stark reminder of the filthy, taboo act we had just committed. As I exited the bathroom, the mundane world of the fast-food joint felt utterly surreal, the scent of greasy fries and the hum of conversation a stark contrast to the raw, primal fucking that had just taken place. I stepped out into the bright sunlight, my cock still hard, the taste of her cunt still on my lips, a smirk playing on my face as I left Jessica to deal with the aftermath of our public, desperate fuck.