Barefoot bar

She orders a drink, simple enough. But Loni Evans never stays simple for long. Her toes find Barry's cock under the table, sliding along the thick shaft with lazy strokes. She works him slow, soles pressed tight, until the need pulls her further. She spreads her thighs and takes him in. Every thrust lands deep, her body rocking to meet him as he drives harder. The bar stools scrape. Her heavy breasts bounce with each impact. She grips the edge of the counter and rides him until the tension breaks and her legs tremble around his waist.