Morgan wins

The Stranger begins heaving as his cock pulsates. My hand rushed to smother his cockhead, preventing him from coating my work outfit with his cum. With desperation, I rub his tip with my palm. He might be close, but so am I, and those fingers of his aren't letting up. I feel myself tremble, but as I feel my heart sink, The Stranger freezes up, conceding defeat. A moment later, he fills my palm with his seed.

A mixture of emotions washed over me. Glee. Frustration. Triumph. Triumph from having wiped that damn smile off his face. Sure, I haven't reached orgasmic nirvana just yet, but who says we're finished here? I've got this stranger right where I want him.

"So, are you done?"

"Y-yeah." He says, defeated.

"Are you sure about that?"

The Stranger remains silent.

"Get down on your knees."

The Stranger did as he was told, so I borrowed that smile of his. She opened her palm and said "Clean it."

Without protest, The Stranger leans forward and laps up his own mess. Despite his eagerness, he winced as his seed hit his tastebuds. Nevertheless, he licks my hand thoroughly.

Once he was done, I said "Is my hand clean?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I bring my hand up to face level and turn it. Turns out The Stranger was telling the truth, and my hand was spotless.

"What about the floor?"

The Stranger looks down to the floor, before leaning down. I watch as he licks the floor. When he is done, he sits up and looks at me with begging eyes.

"Now, are you ready for dessert?"

The Stranger nods.

"Say it."

"I'm ready for dessert."

I push my hips towards him, putting my greasy pussy right in front of his mouth.

"Eat."

The Stranger dived between my legs and dragged his tongue between my lovelips. A moan escapes my mouth, which immediately reminds me that I'm in public. I couldn't care less though. I've earned this victory, so I'm going to indulge in every moment of it. If anyone is listening, then good for them, but there is nothing they can do to stop me.

The Stranger is ravenous, lashing me with his tongue. I can see why he's so damn cocky, because he sure knows what he's doing. Hell, I'm struggling to contain myself. My hands brace against the walls as I do my best to remain standing. The Stranger isn't making it easy. He hones in on my clit, lashing my sensitive little rosebud with his tongue. The sensation made my eyes go wide as I realised I'm not going to be able to take much more of this.

My legs tremble in anticipation of what's about to happen. The Stranger must know he has me weak. Hell, there's a good chance that everyone in this gallery knows what I'm about to experience. I welcome my climax with a wanton cry that is probably a little too loud for my own good. Then again, what do I care? My body is pulsating with pleasure, and that's all that matters to me. Every nerve in my body is rattling with orgasmic bliss, and that sensation is worth any unwanted attention I may receive.

Once I catch my breath, I look down to see The Stranger is still on his knees, obedience gleaming in his eyes.