With the noise level Chris reaches when she's not muffled by cock? Yes.

"What in tarnation is goin' on in here?!" The door slammed open, and a distinct Texan accent rang out as Jess stomped into the restroom.

"Uuh, y'know, like, probably exactly what you're thinking?" Even to her own ears, Chris voice sounded incredibly satisfied. And there was no embarassment to temper the sensation - she'd gotten exactly what she'd wanted, it had been great, so why should she be embarassed? "It was gooood~..."

"Babe!" Clearly, Steve was more than embarassed enough for both of them.

"Ah don' give a darn how good it was! Y'all better not made a mess in there, an' if y'all did, y'all better do like the last--"

"Yyyeaaah, can we, like, get a mop, then?" Chris giggled - forming sentences wasn't quite as easy as it used to be, but she didn't care. Not with her so well-fucked, so full, so warm, with hot cum running down her thighs... her tongue snaked down along her toned stomach and licked a few stray drops up, the taste making Chris shiver.

"Y'all better leave this place spotless!"

"Toootally! Thaanks~!"

"The shit Ah gotta deal with in food service..." A few footsteps, and the door closed again, leaving Chris to giggle and Steve to stammer.

"Ah... buh... Babe, what...? We... we just banged in a toilet stall, got caught, and you're..."

"What? It's not like it was, uh, bad or anything, y'know?" Chris wiggled her hips, moaning softly as Steve's softening cock pulled at her insides. The way her lover sharply sucked in a breath made her giggle. "No, it was great! Ooh, lover, you were, like, the best fuck I ever had, you made my titties jiggle and my pussy felt so good and-"

"There's y'all's mop'n'bucket, Ah put up a cleaning sign in front of the door. An' next time, can y'all do it at home?!"

"Nooo promiseees~!" Chris' singsong was answered by an annoyed grunt, and the door closed again.

"B-babe, don't get me wrong, it's awesome that you're so... positive about it, but-"

Chris twisted her upper body around and grabbed Steve's chin with one hand, silencing him with a long, deep kiss. Her lover's lips felt divine on her own, the tingles running through her entire body almost making her horny enough for round two. Or rather, Chris was always ready for another round, but it was clear Steve needed a break. So Chris ended the kiss with a supreme effort of will, panting and mewling, and gazed into her lover's barely focused eyes.

"Sex. Is. Awesome. I love your cock inside my needy pussy, I love how you fill me, how you grab my ass when you pound me, and I love you!"

Steve gaped, but Chris didn't even think about the L-bomb she just dropped. Her head was mostly filled with pink clouds again, everything was hunky-dory... what did that even mean? Where'd Chris learned that word? It sounded funny, though... hunky-dory, hunky-dory, dunky-hory... heh, whore-y... Giggling, Chris gave her lover another quick kiss, the way her body twisted making Steve's cock slip out of her almost entirely. She felt so empty now, but the warmth, the stickiness of Steve's cum inside her made it bearable.

"Come on, the faster we, like, clean, the faster we can get back home and stuff and you can..." Chris' eyes widened, and another cute giggle escaped her. "Stuff me again!"

The surfer bimbo smiled and began cleaning her clothes up with copious amounts of toilet paper, frowning at all the yummy wasted cum, Steve's cockhead still inside her.

Cleaning ended up not being that bad, with the mess being rather localized. Their clothes, however, weren't that easy, wet stains in strategic spots making it rather obvious what they'd done. Not that Chris cared about that, or the disapproving, lust- or downright hateful stares they got as she and Steve left the café. She didn't care to think about them, didn't care to think much at all - after all, what good would it do to agonize about anything but where and how she'd get to suck Steve's giant prick again, get stuffed to bursting, get creampied 'till she sloshed while walking?

The bimbo surfer hadn't stopped smiling since she'd left the cubicle.