I’ve earned the reputation as a bar fly in a local pub. I don’t care, though, because it’s true. Sometimes I just want someone to buy me drinks and fuck me by the end of the night. One day I got there earlier in the afternoon since I had time to kill before meeting up with the crack dealer. There was only one man in the bar, but he would do just fine to entertain me.
The bartender knows me all too well and didn’t even bat an eye when I started playing with my tits and flashing my pussy to the lone patron after having a couple too many drinks. I’d never seen him here before, so it was no wonder that he was a little surprised by how forward I was, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it turned him on. It had been a while since he had a sexy, young whore to please him.
Getting up on the pool table, I called him over and laid down on my stomach with my head off the edge. He came up and fucked my face, thrusting into my open mouth. My pussy got wetter every time he made me gag with his big dick. He then jumped onto the table with me, pushed me onto all fours, and stuffed my cunt. Rolling me onto my back, he held my legs up by my head and filled me deep.
My titties jiggled with each powerful thrust, and I found myself nearing an orgasm. My twat gushed in an explosion of cum as I squirted all over him and the pool table. He wanted to dump his load in my asshole, so I rode him backwards, loving the way he stretched my ass. Watching me bounce up and down on him made him empty his balls inside me until it was dripping out. Glad I decided to wait around at the bar that day!
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