Stir Me Up

Charlie Red has watched the bartender for weeks. Now the room is empty and she leans across the bar to kiss him hard. Alberto Blanco meets her halfway, sliding his tongue against hers, tasting her need. He breaks the kiss long enough to tug her toward the back booth, his hand already cupping her ass, squeezing the firm cheek through thin fabric. She turns, lifts her skirt, and he sees the plug already buried between her cheeks. The sight makes him grunt. He pulls the toy free, sets it aside, and drops his jeans. His cock springs free, thick, heavy. Charlie spits into her palm, strokes him once, then bends over the table. He pushes in with one slow thrust that fills her completely, her walls stretching around him. She moans, fingers gripping the edge. He fucks her in long, measured strokes, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. Her ass ripples with each slap of skin. When he pulls free, Charlie drops to her knees without being asked. She takes him straight from her ass to her mouth, lips stretched wide around the same length that just left her. The taste of her own heat coats his shaft. She sucks deep, tongue working the underside, throat relaxing until her nose presses his stomach. Alberto groans and pulls her up again. He turns her, plants her hands on the table, and slides back inside her pussy this time. Her legs shake. He grips her hips and pounds into her, skin slapping, breath harsh. She reaches back to spread herself wider for him. He watches his cock disappear into her, shiny with her spit and slick. Every thrust pushes her forward, breasts brushing the wood, nipples tight. When she comes, her whole body seizes, pussy pulsing around him. He follows right after, pulling out to paint her open ass with thick ropes, watching each stripe land.