"Fuck me!"

The words send the man off like a whippet. A thundering chorus of bodies smashing into the thin walls, a rhythm of hot wet sounds of sex with a heightened melody of panting moans of joy. Your fingers rubbing that little button you've found on your body, that along with the feeling and the desire from the cock spearing your tight little cunt makes your body charge towards orgasm.

You howl and moan, clutching hold of the chair as your back arches and your legs shake. Through it all the man doesn't slow, like a machine he pounds your pussy. You feel that same sensation creeping up on you again. That Divine feeling of bliss and comfort and pleasure. You gabble and recite the words over and over.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me."

You don't care where he cums, you just hope that when he does he just keeps on going. Just carries on slamming his cock back into you. Your head shakes as you feel him slow and pulse and then finally withdraw. That sensation of bliss sliding away as he does it. You turn and say.

"Keep going. Don't stop."

"Got to babe. Rules are rules. I'd love to take you home and fuck you 'till my dick falls off but after that first pop you gotta' leave and rejoin the queue. Don't worry. I'm sure the next guy won't mind giving you a nice hard fuckin'."

He says before leaving, the fires in your loins subside and you get some moments of cognitive thought. What are you doing?