Bar Seductress

Lucy loves this game. Flirting with the bartender, feeling his eyes on her. She picks Victor tonight. Blond hair. Confident smile. She turns on her stool, legs crossed, dress riding up just enough. Victor wipes his hands on a towel, glances at the door, then at her mouth. He steps around the bar. No drink orders now. Just the heat between them. She slides off the stool and meets him halfway, drops to her knees right there on the floor. Takes him in her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, her tongue working every inch. Victor groans, hand in her hair, hips moving. She sucks until he pulls her up, spins her around, lifts the hem of her dress. He pushes in from behind, thick and steady, working her open until she gasps. The stretch, the pressure, the filthy rhythm of it. He fucks her ass until she’s shaking, then pulls out and paints her face, hot streaks across her lips and cheeks. She licks her mouth, eyes half-lidded, already thinking about the next round.