His eyes closed as he drained the main vein, his alcohol addled mind wandered, nothing really to focus on save for the sound of the music shaking the room from outside. His senses were dulled enough, and the music loud enough, he missed the whispers and whistles next to him until, as he was shaking out the last few drops, there was a few loud knocks on the stall divider.
Lazily, he turned his head and quickly caught sight of a hole in the wall, dim shadows moving on the other side of the hole among the graffiti of the stall. While it took a moment for his pickled brain to process, but the moment he did, with a smirk, he stepped forward, threading his junk eagerly through the hole.
Already hardening up in excitement, he barely got it though before he reached the point it would have been troublesome to do, a faint gasp barely heard over the din form outside. After a moment and some faint shuffling, he felt a firm softness on either side of his equine member, too firm to be tit's so...Thighs? And the size...
"You a mouse 'r somethin', babe?" He asked drunkenly over the wall as he felt a pair of small, gloved hands toy with the blunt, flattened tip, "Kinda big fer ya', eh?" he chuckled. He felt her thighs close around his equine cock, her slick cleft rubbing against it as she rocked back and forth, working gradually up the length while her hands polished the knob, a faint sound of spitting accompanied by a warm splat as she rubbed it over his length. In his haze of drunken lust, it took him a bit to catch on to what she was doing-
She was lubing him up.
"Er, a-are you," as if to answer, she slowly dragged her cunt towards the head with a faint, feminine giggle barely heard through the din from outside. He felt her pressing against the blunt tip of his dick, slipping off a time or two as she tried to force herself onto it.
"H-Hey," he slurred, "Y-You sure on thish? I'd be fine with just a handy- you don' have to hurt yer-" He stopped with a sharp inhale as, with her lips giving way, the first couple inches of his dick suddenly wrapped in a velvet vice.
"Holy fuck, babe, are you a virgin?" He groaned, marveling at how tight she was, quivering on the end of his dick. He thrust up with what little leeway he had left, a bit more slipping into her as he gripped the top of the stall divider. He bit his lip as he felt her work her way down, more and more of his dick being crammed into that almost painfully tight pussy, though she hit a hard stop before she could even reach his medial ring.
As she bottomed out though, he felt her tighten up, quivering and gasping on the other side of the wall.
Had he been sober, he might have better noticed it, maybe figure if she wasn't a virgin she was low on experience, or at least not as used to this much of a size difference despite being an obvious size queen.
He was, however, very much not sober and very much impatient. The feeling of the incredibly tight cunt sliding down his rod was something he wanted more of and while he didn't have a lot of leeway, given the size of the wall hole compared to what he had stuck through to the other side, he had enough. He pulled back a bit, just a couple inches, before driving back hard enough to shake the divider. Then he did it again...
And again...And again...
Rapid, hard thrusts rattled the stall divider, the woman on the other side stumbling before she got her footing, at least enough to ride out his drunken lusts, her high pitched groans getting louder and mingling with the music outside. He could feel her seize up another time or two, the sudden tightening only further driving his desire, but his drunken state didn't leave him much restraint as he pounded the bitch on the other side like a sex toy.
That said, his lack of restraint also meant he didn't feel the need to hold back or warn her when he was about to pop off himself, the merest idea of pregnancy not even a blip on his radar as he slammed against the wall one more time, pressing as deep as he was able through the wall before dumping an obscene amount of seed into his unseen partner, rope after rope of thick equine spunk into her deepest reaches.
His head lolled back, tongue out as he groaned, enjoying the feeling of this small cooch milking him for cum, her spasming cunt practically squeezing everything it could out of him. The faint sound of something snapping barely registered to him as he felt her finally pull off of him, his flagging staff drooping down a bit as he felt his own cum drip onto his rod.
"Hey, heeeeey," He slurred, his mind a happy mush of booze and endorphins, "Wanna go get a room and have some more fun, babe?"
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