He stuffs you with toilet paper

You can't stop. Your bladder feels as close to bursting as it was twelve seconds ago, when he first rammed his cock int you.

"I said stop," he roars, yanking you up by your wet hair.

With a superhuman effort you clench yourself shut. It hurts so bad.

"You can't pee after a man fills you up, bitch," he barks in your ear. "You've got to give the cum time to seep into your womb properly."

"Please," you whimper.

"Shut up," he says. "I've got to make sure you treat my seed with respect, girl."

He grabs toilet paper and reaches around to shove it into your pussy. After the first three or four fistfuls, your pussy is dry and scratchy like a forest before a fire. He forces two meaty fingers in and compacts the paper in your cunt. His cum is as sealed as your aching urethra.

"That'll teach you to respect my baby juice, slut."

Unceremoniously and without as much as telling you his name, he walks out and leaves the stall door open, presenting your stripped and fucked body to the men's bathroom.