She lay on the McDonald’s table, legs high. Her cunt was tight but pleasant, and when I pushed, almost with a squeak it gave; a spot of cherry juice squelched up, nipped my nose. She giggled. I touched the drip, tasted it—tart and sweet, just the way I like it. She giggled again and then her cunt started sucking. My cock could have been a fat straw. The cum came out of me, and when it was all gone, she still wanted more—those final noisy slurps of vanilla milkshake.

“Was I good?” she said.

“The best,” I answered.

“Even though I don’t have any character?”

“Who says you don’t have any character?” I said. “You’re a virgin, again and again. What more could I ask for?”

“Soul?” she said. “History. A future. Babies. Adorable brats scooting across the lawn, always forgetting to put their sandals on.”

“Smelly diapers,” I said.

She smiled. “Want to fuck my ass now?”

I looked around the room. Customers in the adults-only line were watching us as they waited to order their burgers and fries. Abruptly she flipped up her little skirt and bent forward. Her bottom was creamy and firm, with that uptilt I just love.

“Is the hole pink or brown?” she asked. “C’mon, put it in.”

I touched the pucker gently with my thumb. It quivered. “All at once?” I asked.

“Squirt some special sauce on it first,” she said.

I fumbled open the packet. The goo squeezed out. I worked it in.

“Tickles,” she said. I gave her ass a playful slap.

“Do that again,” she said.

I hit her harder.

“Now more sauce.”

I opened another packet.

“At Arby’s they have plastic bottles.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Horsey sauce, they call it.”

“Where do you get this knowledge?”

“Put it in now, okay?”

I put it in. She was tight and hot, an oven of dark lust.

“All the way,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s good.”

Through the wall to the adjacent children’s room we could hear a mother settling a dispute. “Hush,” she told her kids, “We can get another toy.”

“Do you ever really come?” I asked, stroking the nape of her neck as I fucked. Her neck was so slender, with an adorable point. I could feel her pulse behind her ears. I knew I could last a long time. She squeezed, and suddenly I wasn’t so sure.

“Do you mean ‘Do I fake it?’” she said. “I couldn’t fake it if I wanted to.”