Just before closing

Just before closing, a couple came into my bar. She was a striking brunette in a tight dress that clung to her curves. They ordered drinks, and as the conversation slowed she began to strip, inch by inch, until the silk pooled at her feet. He reached for her at once. Soon she was on her back across the polished wood, legs spread, moaning while he thrust deep inside her. I watched her mouth fall open, heard the wet sounds of her cunt taking him. When his hand slid lower to press a finger against her ass, she pushed back for more. The invitation was clear. I stepped out from behind the counter, cock already hard, and she reached for it without hesitation, sliding her lips down the shaft in one smooth stroke. Between us, we opened her further—her pussy stretched around him, her ass slick and yielding as I eased inside. She gasped, caught between us, every thrust pushing her higher until the three of us moved as one on the empty bar.