“Come on, let’s go get a bite to eat,” Christine coos as you leave the two facialed Final Fantasy cosplayers behind.
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The McDonald’s by the convention center is bustling as the usual Saturday traffic is buried beneath a flood of con-goers, some in costume some just standing around in casual clothes but with the lanyards around their neck and bags of games, figures, and art prints that give them all away.
I and Christine slide into line, and I feel like I could probably talk my way to the front of the line and ask right away for the free food, if I really wanted to, but that just feels needlessly exploitative, and there are other, better things to feel like exploiting right now as I look in front of me at a shapely behind in tight pants.
A Christie Monteiro cosplayer stands in front of me, waiting in line by her lonesome.
Still exploitative, but there’s nothing needless about how my hands move forward to grab at her perky bottom and begin to fondle it all over.
“Excuse me, I can’t help but notice you need help with something,” I say with the sort of tone I’d use if someone had dropped a money or something on the ground.
All very considerate and helpful; all I want to do is offer some aid to Christie, after all.
“Mm, you’re right, but… I can’t think about what it is.” She sounds confused more than anything, but seems content to let me keep fondling her ass.
So I do precisely what I intend to do as she hums and murmurs in confusion, like she’s trying to wrack her brain for what she needed help with, shuddering under the confusing weight of not knowing exactly what to make of it.
This is almost too easy. McDonald’s isn’t the kind of place I should be thinking about fucking someone; it’s loud, it’s chaotic, and the smell of what they pass off as french fries lingers heavy in the air.
Is it possible for something to smell greasy? And yet I can’t deny how much I want to fuck her right here, right now, regardless of circumstances or how inappropriate the timing is.
No place is too inhospitable for me to get my dick into someone’s pussy, ass or mouth now. “Could it be that you need someone to fuck your hot ass?”
“Ah, that’s it!” Christie gasps, as if finally understanding perfectly.
“Nngh, thank you, now I know what I have been missing. Yes, I need a long, fat cock to pound my tight ass. Would you please be able to help me with that?”
She agrees with whatever I say, and her hips push back toward me a little bit as I kindly help her out by tugging her pants down before I do the same to mine.
I take my cock in my hand and guide it right back to her backdoor, very fresh off having fucked Cindy’s ass, but I showed a different sort of interest with this tight backside as I take care of it with her ass.
I’ve worked through those escalating aggressions already, and so Christie’s ass gets a more tender kind of treatment, rooted much more in the patience and carefulness that I feel more than happy to provide.
And I’m fixing her ass like I’m playing baseball and calculating every angle of everything, like pulling out her ass to my cock side and then bending her to the front side then slapping her ass like five times before I start to fuck her.
I thrust my cock deeper into her ass with each push, taking care not to get too rough with her as my hands settle onto her hips and I fuck her ass right there in the Mcdonald’s line, people all moving about and placing their orders without a care in the world.
When the line moves forward I shove her up into place, and when finally I get up to the front, I bend her over the counter.
“It’s my treat,” I say as I buried myself to the hilt inside of her ass, and have to place the order for me, the redhead standing off to the side looking utterly amused, and the hot cosplayer I’m sodomizing over the sounds of her ravenous moans.
But the cashier understands me perfectly, seemingly able to ignore the noises Christie is making as I pound her ass so hard that her ass is kicking with every thrust.
“And make the drink an extra large,” I added to the order.
“This is what I needed,” Christie whines. “It feels so good to have a big, hard cock inside of my ass. I’ll have the quarter pounder trio,” she adds, giving her half of the order, disjointed amid her revelry of my hard dick pounding her ass.
I keep her bent hard over the counter, staring the cashier right in the eye as I pound a woman’s ass raw right in front of him and find him unblinkingly focused on just getting my order into the computer right.
It’s all so simple to them, an easy, sensible way to just keep going through their days and do their jobs.
Nobody is batting an eye about the moaning cosplayer I have over the counter as I ram into her ass with my dick, and that’s honestly exactly how it should be.
My cock feels like right it is in his home in the snug ass I’m fucking, as I take such effortlessly dominant control of the situation and show her tight butt everything it deserves, everything her tight pants have been making it beg to receive.
She’s so happy to moan as I scratch an itch she didn’t even have until my words wound her up, but now that I give her a nice, deep pounding it all just comes easily to her.
She embraces my aggression, embraces the madness and the enthusiasm, letting the heat overwhelm her and everything come up her way.
It becomes almost routine for me now to just thrust and thrust and thrust every woman I see, just fuck her thrust my dick into their ass or pussy, then say to them to give me tit fuck or I give them my special face fuck, working up a steady pace on her tight ass before I give one final slam into her tight ass.
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