The Part-Time Momster Escort II

>You’re on another date with that same slightly-graying holstaur
>She’s wearing a lower-cut dress this time that hugs her hips in all the right places
>By now she’s figured out you’re a thighs and butt man
>You try not to think of her pale, plump thighs wrapped around your-
>”Aren’t you hungry, Anon?”
>Her words bring you back to reality
>You’re in a fine dining restaurant that she insisted on paying for
>Money isn’t a problem
>You feel your face grow red and try to focus on your meal
>The waitress passes by and checks on the status of your meal, which is more than good
>When she’s gone and you look back down you notice your phone is buzzing with a notification
>It’s a text from the holstaur sitting directly across from you
>She’s smirking and eating her meal quietly
>”If there weren’t so many people here I’d be under the table stuffing every inch of you down my gullet”
>Before you can say anything, you feel her hooved foot rubbing against your crotch underneath the table
>She’s acting as though absolutely nothing’s going on
>She’s into this
>Eventually the erection becomes painful and you excuse yourself to the bathroom
>She watches you leave with raised eyebrows
>Inside the restroom you’re so absorbed in trying to get your boner down that you don’t hear the door creak open behind you or the trash can wedging it shut
>She’s behind you, reaching around and giving you a squeeze
>Her stupidly huge breasts dig into your back
>”Oh sweetie what are you doing here all by yourself?”
>She’s pleasuring you with her hands, now
>A few minutes of her stroking you passes and you feel overwhelmed with the desire to fuck her
>She lets out a small delighted gasp when you press her against the side of the stall
>Another little shriek of pleasure when you enter her from behind
>Her warm wet insides clamp down on you and the rhythmic motion drives her insane
>You stuff her soaked panties in her mouth to stifle the loud, drawn-out moo that leaks out of her
>Her obscenely big tits swing back and forth and she lets out little muffled gasps every other second
>Smashing her insides doesn’t last as long as you’d like
>When you dump your seed inside of her she collapses on top of the toilet like some cheap whore
>Some of it leaks out of her, and she lets it
>This is exactly the type of indecent, obscene thing you’d expect from a lonely momster
>She has a tired smile on her face while she tries to catch her breath
>You bite down on her ear and she shivers from head to toe
>It’s exactly how the script went
>When you’re back eating dinner a few other customers cast you suspicious looks
>The holstaur looks content with herself
>You think that maybe next time you’ll ask her to be your girlfriend