It was an ordinary evening. I went for a walk and went to sit in a nearby bar. It was very quiet, visitors - no one, only the waiter. I decided that this would be one of my evenings. The waiter was clearly my type. I started flirting with him, until I made a request to wait for him before closing. As soon as the owner went somewhere deep into the bar, he began to wipe the tables and lift the chairs. Out of boredom, I went to the pool table and took the cue. I was fascinated by the game, pretending not to notice how the waiter looks at me. The mini-skirt pulled higher and higher with each blow to the ball. I could feel his burning look. He came up behind me and hugged my ass, lightly kissing my neck. I rubbed my buttocks on his jeans, felt a swollen cock and a strong scrotum. He realized that I was burning with desire. He hugged his chest. I unzipped the jacket to feel better. Breasts fell right into his hands. I leaned over and lifted the skirt to the waist. We were ready to continue when we heard the steps of the owner. For a second, we managed to clean up. But the owner had only one glance at us, and he immediately understood what was happening here. He nodded and said to Bob, that was the name of the waiter that he had to leave for about twenty minutes, take the proceeds to the bank. He asked us to meet those twenty minutes.

I immediately got on my knees and released Bob’s excited cock. He grabbed my head. But I needed more than kissing his huge cock. He began to slowly move his organ. I could not wait any longer and immediately told him about it. I stopped the blow job and climbed up on the pool table. Again she lifted her skirt and he plunged his fingers straight into me. I almost lost my mind.

“I want you now,” I whispered.

He also climbed onto the table and plunged his magnificent spear into my vagina. He fucked me as if I was his first and last woman. He squirmed, held on to my chest alone, stretched me with all the force on his penis. I usually like to command a parade myself. But what he was doing was to my liking. I finished in a strong orgasm.

And he still has not finished. So I knelt again, and he got up on the table. Again, I kissed his cock, swallowing tight flesh. And again he penetrated right into my throat. I pressed on his scrotum, a jet of sperm hit me. I wanted to eat all his juices, but he pulled out a member and began to water my chest. I held them together, forming a beautiful funnel for him. He stood and watched as I spread his seed all over his body.

And again we heard the steps of the host at the entrance. I straightened my skirt. We knew that this evening was only the beginning of a long romance. But this is another story. Maybe even write to you somewhere in a month.