Sharon
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She's the flashy one, walking in like she owns every goddamn room she steps into. Tight dress riding up those long legs, tits pushed so high you can practically see nipple. She catches me staring and grins like she planned it. Hair's big, makeup's bold, everything about her screams fuck me if you think you can handle it. When she leans over the bar her ass sticks out like an invitation. I buy her a drink and she licks the rim of the glass slow, making sure I watch. Later she's got me pinned against the bathroom door, hand down my pants, squeezing like she's checking if I'm worth her time. She moans when I finger her under that dress and she's already dripping. No panties, naturally. She calls me a good boy when I drop to my knees and eat her out right there. Her heels click against the tile when her legs shake. She tastes expensive. When she finally drags me into a stall and bends over the toilet, she looks back over her shoulder and tells me to fuck her like I mean it. I slam into her and she laughs, filthy and loud, telling me harder like it's a dare. Her pussy grips like it never wants to let go. By the time we're done my shirt's half untucked and she's fixing her lipstick in the mirror like nothing happened.
Sharon
She's the flashy one, walking in like she owns every goddamn room she steps into. Tight dress riding up those long legs, tits pushed so high you can practically see nipple. She catches me staring and grins like she planned it. Hair's big, makeup's bold, everything about her screams fuck me if you think you can handle it. When she leans over the bar her ass sticks out like an invitation. I buy her a drink and she licks the rim of the glass slow, making sure I watch. Later she's got me pinned against the bathroom door, hand down my pants, squeezing like she's checking if I'm worth her time. She moans when I finger her under that dress and she's already dripping. No panties, naturally. She calls me a good boy when I drop to my knees and eat her out right there. Her heels click against the tile when her legs shake. She tastes expensive. When she finally drags me into a stall and bends over the toilet, she looks back over her shoulder and tells me to fuck her like I mean it. I slam into her and she laughs, filthy and loud, telling me harder like it's a dare. Her pussy grips like it never wants to let go. By the time we're done my shirt's half untucked and she's fixing her lipstick in the mirror like nothing happened.
