There was probably a real reason for these booths, Carlos thought, but the only thing that ever happened in them was exactly what they were doing now. He kissed Gael back as his hands moved between them to unfasten his jeans and release his cock. "I think," he said as he stroked his own cock once, "that I'm going to bind you on your hands and knees and blindfold you before I fuck you so hard you can't remember your own name. And if I'm going to do that, I should really conserve my energy."

His hands slid gently over Gael's hips. "I should let you take the edge off, mm? Let you ride my dick right here where anyone could wander in and watch you. Is that what you want, baby?"