A fat guy with a q-tip

Suddenly, a fat guy in a college sweatshirt walks in. He's cleaning his ears with a q-tip when the sight of you spread in a men's toilet stall of a movie theatre brings him to a stop.

"Please, I need to pee," you say without thinking.

"Huh, let's take a look," he says very reasonably.

His fat fingers first pull your own out of your parched pussy and then poke in. His nails are rough and bitten, so they scratch your abused pussy walls roughly. You wince as he prods the wad of toilet paper the last guy to fuck had stuffed so thoroughly in your cunt.

"That the problem?" he asks.

"No," you answer mid-wince, "I just can't unclench."

"Ah, I've got just the thing."

Right in front of your eyes, he pulls out the sickly brown, gooey q-tip out of his filthy ear and brings it down between your legs. You freeze and try to clench harder, but his earwax is already on your urethra.

He pushes until the dirty, used q-tip penetrates you thoroughly, sliming his ear bacteria deep into your urinary tract. He stops once it's wedged thoroughly, as though that was the plan all along.

"Leave that in for five minutes, and it should clear you up," he says, as though he's shoved a dirty q-tip into the urethra of a thoroughly fucked girl in the bathroom stall of a movie theater a thousand times before.

"Now, I also need to pee," he says, unzipping his thick, fat cock.