I fucked a mexican girl in the toilet of the nightclub like there is no tomorrow [Drunk]

The throb of the bass from the club pounded in my head as I stumbled into the grimy toilet, a Mexican beauty hot on my heels. She was a vision of curves and confidence, her eyes wild with desire and tequila. She didn’t waste time, pushing me against the cold tile wall, her hands fumbling with my belt. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the way she licked her lips as she dropped to her knees, yanking down my jeans. Her mouth was a furnace, taking me in deep, her tongue swirling around my shaft. She gagged slightly, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop, her head bobbing faster, her hands gripping my thighs. The sound of her slurping, the feel of her hot mouth, it was too much. I grabbed her hair, pulling her up, spinning her around, and bending her over the filthy sink. I flipped up her dress, revealing her round ass, her thong soaked. I ripped it aside, my cock sliding into her wet pussy with a grunt. She moaned, pushing back against me, her ass slapping against my hips. I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her, the sink rattling with each thrust. She was screaming, her voice echoing in the small room, her nails scratching at the mirror. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her body trembling. I gripped her hips tighter, my thrusts becoming erratic, my orgasm building. I roared, pulling out and spraying my cum across her back, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. She panted, her body glistening with sweat, her makeup smeared. She turned to me, a dirty smile on her face, her lips swollen from sucking my cock. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving mine, as she slid her thong back into place, adjusting her dress. She sauntered out, leaving me there, my cock still hard, my mind racing with the filth we’d just indulged in.