I leaned against the sticky bar, her eyes locked onto mine like she knew a secret. "I've got a filthy fact," she whispered, her breath hot against my neck. "Every time I watch a cock throb, I imagine shoving it deep in my throat." She licked her lips, and my jeans tightened.

We stumbled to a booth. Her hands clawed at my zipper, freeing my thick rod—veins bulging, tip slick with pre-cum. "Here's another," I growled, stroking her wet slit through her panties. "I've been aching to feel your cunt grip me like a fist." She moaned, pulling them aside. Her pussy lips glistened, crimson and swollen under the dim light.

I didn't waste time. My tongue dove into her crack, lapping up her honey like a starving mutt. She bucked, grabbing my hair. "Harder," she begged, grinding my face over her cherry nub. I flicked fast, tasting her tangy arousal as she came fast—shuddering, squirting onto my lips.

"Skirt up, pants down," she ordered, shoving me onto the booth. She lowered her sopping pussy onto my monstrous erection. Thrust after thrust, her tight walls hugged every inch, slurp-slurping sounds filling the bar air. "That's it, fill me with your cum," she panted.

My balls slammed against her ass. I felt it building, explosive and hot, shooting ropes of sticky seed seed into her gushing oven. She collapsed against me, shaking. "Never forget that fact," she whispered, kissing my chest, soaked and satisfied.