A private bar

Kerry Louise has the bar alone now. She wants you to watch. Her tight blouse stretches over those perfect tits, full and heavy, round like nothing you’ve seen before. She feels the fabric first, runs her hands over it slow, then peels it open. Tits spill free. She cups them, rolls her nipples between finger and thumb, pinching until they tighten and darken. She moans low, leans back against the bar, legs spread wide on the stool. One hand stays on her breasts, squeezing and fondling. The other slips down, fingers tracing the edge of her skirt before hiking it up. Nothing underneath. She finds her pussy slick and hot, starts circling her clit, lazy at first, then firmer, faster. Her breathing gets sharp. She spreads her legs wider, tilts her hips, fucks her own fingers while those massive tits bounce and sway with every thrust. She doesn’t hold back. Moans echo off empty glasses. Her head falls back, black hair spilling over the polished wood. She works herself harder, chasing that edge, body shaking, tits jiggling with every desperate stroke until she comes, wet and loud, legs trembling against the bar stool.