Yes, but he's too embarrassed to say anything

The man in front of Zach grunts loudly, then slides past Zach in the stall. Zach looks down and sees the man shoving his huge black cock, still dripping with cum into his pants as he squeezed by. Then Zach looks down at the women in front of him and notices that the freshest blast of cum is massive and trails from her hair to her ass.

Sophia doesn't move. She's afraid that anything could give away her identity. She's a slut, maybe the world's biggest. But she cannot let Zach know the truth. "John has told me to keep my sluttiness a secret from Zach," she thinks.

Suddenly Zach, who was worried that Sophia would be looking for him around the club while he waited in the bathroom, realizes she has been here the whole time! It was her hair that gave her away. Even splattered with cum, Zach, recognized it.

"Come on buddy," says the guy behind Zach. A couple other guys join in encouraging Zach to continue. He considers yelling at Sophia, but that would mean admitting to everyone around that his girlfriend just fucked half the club. He considered running too, but still what would people think... and really is it fair that everyone else got a turn except him, when he is the one with an actually stake in this pussy. Without further debate he thrusts his cock inside of Sophia's pussy.

Sophia moans a great sigh of relief. She was worried his hesitance was an indication that he knew who she was. She uses all of her pussy muscles to try to squeeze down on his cock. Her pussy is worn out and stretched. It is gooey, but she can still try to make it as tight as possible.

After a minute of fucking, while Zach channels all the hate he feels for his slut girlfriend, he cums hard inside of her. He blasts six streams of cum into her over-flowing pussy. For a moment, after his head has cleared, he considers again exposing Sophia's identity. But the guy behind him quickly tugs on his shoulder to pull Zach out of the way. He quickly finds himself shoved out of the stall. He works his way to the bar just in time for last call. He keeps looking back at the bathroom area, but Sophia never emerges. Maybe he was wrong he thinks as the bar is closed and he has to head home.

In the morning he gets a text from Sophia saying that Isabella got sick, so she went home with her. She hadn't been able to find you and her phone died, so she couldn't text. She is sorry.

Zach jerks off thinking of the cum covered slut he fucked the night before - certain it was Sophia, but maybe, just maybe it wasn't. Then he texts her back.