Bar Tender Serves Something Hard

Shona walked into the lounge expecting her date. Instead she found Toby behind the bar, crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled, pouring drinks with slow, sure hands. One look was all it took. She slipped onto the last stool, leaned forward, and let the neckline of her dress slide low enough to show what she had in mind. Toby caught the hint, locked the register, and lifted the pass-through so she could step behind the bar. The moment they were out of sight he had her on her knees, cock in her mouth, her tongue working the head in long, wet strokes. She kept her eyes up while she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, spit glistening on his shaft. Toby gripped the edge of the counter, hips rocking in short thrusts. When he pulled out, strings of saliva trailed from her lips to the glistening tip. He bent her over the sink, shoved her dress to her waist, and drove into her in one smooth thrust. Shona moaned into her forearm, pushing back to meet every stroke. They switched, her riding him on the narrow prep counter, natural tits bouncing with each roll of her hips. She came hard, clenching around him, and he pulled free just in time to paint her flushed face with thick ropes of cum. Shona licked her lips, smiled up at him, and asked for seconds.