Sweet, Busty & Horny

Marina Visconti stands behind the bar, the house lights off and the doors locked, when her customer walks in. She knows he came for her. A smile touches her lips, and she peels off the tight black uniform top that has been riding her full, heavy breasts all shift. He steps closer, hands already on her skin, and she sinks to her knees, tits spilling free as she takes him deep in one smooth motion, throat opening without resistance. Saliva glistens on her chin when she pulls back, but she is only getting started. She stands, turns, and bends over the bar rail, arching so he can spread her cheeks. Her pussy is slick; her ass is tighter, and she gasps when he pushes in, the slow stretch making her moan low and steady. Each thrust drives her tits against the cool wood, nipples hard. He picks up the rhythm, fingers digging into her hips, and her breath comes sharp and broken until he pulls out and paints her parted lips, her cheek, the swell of those same breasts that drew him here in the first place. She stays bent, breathing through the aftershocks, cum cooling on warm skin.