I love this bar

Erica Fontes stands in front of the bar and everything starts to shift. She moves slowly, almost testing the air, and the dress slips off one shoulder like it was waiting for permission. Her hand slides between her legs before the hem even hits the floor. Blonde hair spills across her collarbone as she leans back, thighs parting, fingers already slick. The first stroke makes her exhale like she’s been holding her breath for hours. She works in tight circles, then sinks two fingers deep, hips rolling to meet each thrust. Her free hand cups a breast, pinching the nipple until her mouth opens around a soft, helpless sound. She doesn’t rush the finish. She draws it out, eyes half-lidded, letting the tension climb until her legs shake and the orgasm rolls through her in one long, trembling wave.