Stuck in the booth

There was a delicious danger to Sunshine near-instantly near-**** him in the booth, with the chaperone immediately outside and only three songs worth of time to do anything. It was one hell of a quickie, but he couldn't remember pleasuring a woman nearly so much. The boob creature, as he rather thought of her, continued to clasp his whole face in her deep soft cleavage while her pelvis rammed its way through orgasm after orgasm, up and down, up and down.

"SO GOOD!" she hissed "SO FUCKING GOOD! I LOVE THIS HUUUUUGE COCK, I LUVVIT! LUVVIT! LUVVIT! LUVVIT!"

Gunnar felt so showered with love that at last he lost that nagging edge of performance anxiety under emergency conditions, and at last he felt free to let fly. He pulsed deep and hard into her, and she sighed in appreciation of his explosion.

"Ohhh! It's good to know I'm woman enough to take care of it!"

"If you're not woman enough, I don't know who is!"

Sunshine gave him a sloppy, greedy, loving kiss, then adjusted her thong as she reluctantly retreated from his softening equipment. "We MUST meet again!"

Gunnar quickly got himself dressed again and prepared to leave -- when he heard a voice from beyond the curtain.

"Yes, he agreed to a three song dance. Thank you."

The cutain parted -- and Sage strode in.

"Fuck the dance!" Sage whispered, not even looking him in the eye as she immediately went for his buckle and zipper. "I NEED to SEE it!"