Quick sex in a public nightclub toilet [Drunk]

In the throes of a nightclub’s pulsating heart, the air thick with sweat and the stench of cheap liquor, I stumbled upon her. Red hair, legs for days, and a grin that promised trouble. She was perched on a stool, eyes glazed, a shot glass dangling from her fingers. I leaned in, breath hot on her ear. “Fancy a quick fuck in the toilet?” Her eyes flicked to mine, a slow, dirty smile spreading across her face. “Thought you’d never ask.” We weaved through the crowd, her hand gripping my cock through my pants, already hard and throbbing. The toilet stall was cramped, reeking of piss and desperation. She spun around, ass pressed against the grimy wall, skirt hiked up to reveal black lace panties. I yanked them aside, fingers diving into her wet cunt. She moaned, loud and filthy, as I fucked her with my fingers, her juices coating my hand. I spun her around, bent her over the toilet seat, and rammed my cock into her drunken pussy. She screamed, a raw, animal sound, as I pounded into her, the stall shaking with the force. Her cunt clenched around me, tight and slick, as I fucked her hard, her tits bouncing with each thrust. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. I leaned down, biting her neck, marking her as I came, my cock pulsing deep inside her.

She slumped against the wall, breath ragged, as I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices. She turned to me, a wicked grin on her face, and dropped to her knees. She took my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking, cleaning every last drop of her cunt juice. I groaned, my hands gripping her hair, as she deep-throated me, her head bobbing up and down. She pulled away, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to my cock. She smiled up at me, eyes watery, and stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Round two?” she asked, her voice husky. I grinned, my cock already hardening again. “Fuck yeah.”