**Wet & Wild with Big Dick Buster**

I’d been eyeing Buster all night at the club—his thick thighs in those tight black jeans, the way his bulge strained against the zipper like it was begging to be set free. He wasn’t shy about catching me staring either, just licked his lips slow and tipped his beer toward the bathroom. I followed without hesitation.

The second the stall door locked behind us, he had me by the throat, slamming me against the wall. His hand squeezed just enough to make my cock jump in my panties. “You like watchin’ me, huh, slut?” His voice was rough, already dripping with hunger.

I nodded, breath hitching as his free hand groped my ass through my skirt. “Fuck yeah, Daddy. Wanted your cock since you walked in.”

Buster laughed darkly, spinning me around to face the wall. He hiked up my skirt, spanking me hard enough to leave a sting. “Bet that fat ass jiggles real nice when I fuck it.” His fingers dug into my cheeks, spreading them. I whimpered when his thumb traced my hole, already slick with lube from prepping earlier. “Gonna wreck this hole,” he growled, shoving two fingers inside without warning.

I cried out, pushing back onto his hand as he scissored me open. “Please, Daddy—need your cock so bad.”

“Begging already? Pathetic.” He yanked his fingers out, making me whine, then grabbed my hips. I heard his zipper, the wet slap of his cock against my ass before the thick head nudged my entrance. No warm-up, no mercy—Buster shoved in halfway with one brutal thrust.

“FUCK!” I screamed, nails scraping the tile as my body tried to adjust. His dick was massive, stretching me past the point of burning into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. He didn’t give me time to breathe, just gripped my waist and slammed the rest of the way in.

“Take it, bitch. All of it.” His balls slapped my ass with every punishing thrust, the stall rattling around us. I could hear the filthy squelch of my hole taking him, feel spit dripping down my chin as I moaned like a whore.

Buster leaned over, biting my shoulder. “Gonna piss all over that pretty face when I’m done fucking you.” My cock twitched, leaking pre-cum at the threat. “You into that, huh? Wanna be Daddy’s piss slut?”

“Yes, fuck, YES—”

He fucked me harder, his balls slapping against me, his cock hitting that spot inside that made my legs shake. I reached back, grabbing his thigh, needing him deeper. “Gonna cum, Daddy, please—”

Buster wrapped a fist in my hair, yanking my head back. “Not yet.” He pulled out, ignoring my sob of protest, and turned me around. His dick glistened with my lube, thick and red and desperate. “Open.”

I dropped to my knees, mouth watering. The second his cock touched my lips, I sucked him deep, gagging as he shoved down my throat. He fucked my face like he owned it, grip tight in my hair. “Swallow it, bitch.” His hips jerked, and hot cum shot down my throat. I sucked him dry, licking his tip clean like a good slut.

Then he unzipped his jeans the rest of the way. “Now get that tongue out.” I obeyed, tilting my head up, heart hammering. The first warm spray hit my lips, then my cheeks, dripping down my chin onto my tits. I moaned, opening wider, letting him mark me.

Buster smirked, shaking the last drops onto my forehead. “Fucking perfect.” He hauled me up, shoving me against the wall again. “Round two. Bend over.”

I didn’t hesitate.