Wanna buy me a beverage?

Lou Charmell picked the right bar. Her dress hugged every curve, the hem high enough to show off long, smooth legs that turned heads with every step. The bartender’s eyes tracked her from the moment she walked in, and she knew the game had begun. One drink led to two, then to the back room, where two men were already waiting. They took turns in her mouth, their cocks thick and insistent, while her dress rode higher and higher. Soon she was bent over the table, one cock pushing deep into her ass while the other filled her throat. The rhythm turned rough and steady. Her moans stayed low until the first load streaked across her face, warm and heavy, and the second followed right after.