Hot waitress

Daisy waited tables at the bar down the street. The regular men swore the ice in their drinks would melt the moment she walked past, the way her legs flashed beneath that short skirt and the curve of her tits threatened to spill from her blouse. They didn’t know her other habit. When one of them caught her eye, she’d lead him out back and drop to her knees right there in the narrow service hallway. She’d take his cock between those plump lips, sucking him slow and greedy while her tongue pressed hot and wet against every inch. When she felt him swell and throb, she pulled off, stroking fast until the first thick ropes hit her face and hair. Then she’d wipe her mouth, smile, and head back to the floor like nothing had happened.