#overwrites

firm hands that held you upright against the wall fall to your waist as you attempt to fix your rolled down jeans. the panties that robby slipped to the side are soaked from your wetness, a disadvantage when facing the mess robby left between your thighs.

“i can’t go out like this.” the way you spit out the words has robby raising his brows at you before shaking his head with a deep chuckle.

“you can’t?” his tone of ‘are you sure about that’ has your jaw dropping.

he knows you’d walk out of this public bathroom with his cum dripping out of you.

it’s hardly quiet when you hold off your response. there’s loud music that seeps through the cracks of the bar bathroom, but you can hear robby’s playfulness. so with a soft smack on his chest, you reiterate, “i wouldn’t.”

oh, but you would. you know it. robby knows it, and you know he knows.

he can already picture your eyes clouding over with lust when his cum leaks onto your panties.

he can picture you squirming in your seat when your panties get all sticky with his cum. maybe he’d ask you for a dance so you don’t stain the leather seat.

“alright then, get on the counter.”

the flicker of disappointment that paints your face is enough to sen a wave of pride through robby. still, his hands find your waist to help you jump onto the counter. before you can get comfortable, robby begins to kneel between your thighs and hooks your right thigh over his shoulder.

without wasting a second, robby hooks your panties to the side and licks from your leaking hole to your clit. he’s mindful of how sensitive you are, especially when you gasp at the way his swirls his tongue around the nub.

the action makes you clench, making you spill onto robby’s tongue. the blend of your pleasure on his tongue has him humming contentedly.

“how’s it taste?”

your question is answered with a deep groan and your fingers scramble to grip the sink counter when robby’s finger press inside you. his pointer and middle fingers sink inside, curl once then twice. with each curl, your hips jolt to meet the fingers that scoop out his cum.

“just like that- please.”

even with the blasting music, you can hear yourself. the wet sounds are filthy, especially when paired with robby’s groans as he licks you up. the moan that you let out when robby’s nose bumps your clit has him securing your thigh over his shoulder before burying himself further between your thighs.

“m close.”

your warning only fuels robby further as he slurps what he left and what you’re willing to give. and he’s curling his fingers inside you until you’re splashing on his tongue.

“that’s it. cum for me.”

your hands tremble when they reach out to stop his fingers, but finally he gets the message when you whine out his name one final time.

“fuckin’ dripping for me.”

your soft ‘uh huh’ makes robby chuckle as he stands to his full height. your entire body tingles from the aftermath of your third orgasm of the night and it shows. robby sees it in the way a lazy smile reaches your lips and your eyes slowly blink to look at his.

“soaked through your panties,” robby thinks aloud as he repositions the wet fabric over your pussy.

his comment makes you smile as you jump off the counter and pull up your jeans. the wash is dark enough to hide any stains if it does soak through so you shrug.

“think you should clean me up when you get home.”