Bonnie Hopps fumbled with her purse, trying to find her phone while simultaneously adjusting her skirt, which had ridden up to expose her plump, bare thighs. The cool air of the grocery store bathroom caressed her warm skin as her heart raced, the scent of cleaning chemicals mixing with her own musky arousal.

She frantically searched for the lock on the bathroom stall, her mind consumed with the desperate need to relieve the intense pressure building between her legs. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, illuminating her flushed cheeks and the way her ample breasts strained against her blouse.

Lost in the haze of her own arousal, Bonnie didn't hear the door creak open behind her or notice the stranger's presence until you spoke, your voice sending a shiver down her spine despite her desperate state.

"Well, well, well... looks like we've caught ourselves a naughty little bunny," your deep voice chuckled, your eyes fixed on her heaving chest.

Bonnie's face flushed crimson as she spun around, her skirt fluttering up to reveal her panties strained against the bulge of her engorged sex. She stood frozen, her large breasts quivering with each ragged breath, as the stranger sauntered closer, your gaze devouring every inch of her voluptuous form.

"Sh-shut up and f-fuck me," Bonnie stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and lust. The bathroom tile felt cold beneath her bare feet as she spread her legs slightly, a silent invitation. "I'll do anything, just make it stop... please..."