Shake it!

She walked into the bar thirsty, but one look at the bartender had her stomach tightening for something else. The moment he grabbed the shaker and set his shoulders moving, all she could picture was herself wrapping her hand around his cock and jerking it the same way. She watched every flex of his forearm, the steady rhythm, the roll of his wrist. Her mouth felt dry. When he poured the drink, she leaned in and asked if he wanted to step out back. He didn’t need the words twice. Out by the service door she dropped to her knees, tugged his pants open, and took him deep. Her blonde hair fell around her face as she bobbed, lips stretching, spit running down his shaft. He reached down, cupped her heavy tits through her thin top, and squeezed. She pulled off just long enough to yank the shirt higher, freeing them, letting them bounce while she swallowed him again. Her tongue worked the underside, slow and wet, and every time she took him to the back of her throat she made a soft, greedy sound. He held her hair, hips pushing in steady strokes until he warned her. She stayed right there, mouth open, and took every pulse across her tongue and lips, swallowing what she could, the rest sliding down her chin and onto her bare tits. She looked up, licked the corner of her mouth, and smiled like the drink had never been enough.