Backstage with Macy

She stepped into the dim bar, blonde hair catching the last low lights, tight clothes clinging to every curve. The place was empty. I locked the door behind her and followed her lead straight to the small room behind the bar. She dropped to her knees without a word, mouth already open and hungry. My cock hit her tongue and she took it deep, wet lips sliding up and down while she looked up at me with that same spark still burning in her eyes. She worked fast, loud, messy. Spit ran down her chin, dripped onto her shirt, but she kept going until I pulled back and painted her face in thick ropes that splashed across her lips and cheeks. She licked what she could reach, smiling through the mess like she had exactly what she came for.