Dollar babe

Cindy works the bar like she was made for it. Men watch her pour, notice the tight shirt riding up over those heavy breasts, and they start reaching for their wallets. She knows the game. A smile here, a lean forward there, and the tips stack up. Tonight the money is good, but not enough. Two customers stay after closing. They have cash. She has an itch. The first one gets her mouth, wet and eager. She swallows him deep while the second man lifts her skirt from behind. She spits on his fingers so he can open her ass, then she pushes back until he slides inside. The stretch makes her moan around the cock in her throat. They trade places, filling her from both ends. She takes the thick one in her ass without slowing down, hips rolling, breath ragged. They flip her onto her back across the bar top. One man fucks her tits, sliding between them while she sucks the head each time it reaches her lips. The other keeps pounding her ass, spreading her wide. When they are close she drops to her knees. Both men stroke over her face. Thick ropes land across her tongue, her cheeks, her lashes. She swallows what she can and wipes the rest with two fingers, licking them clean while they count out the rest of her tip.