She comes in like a little lost lamb. Library bun, sensible shoes, pleated skirt.
I wink at Rosie behind the bar and she slides me a tequila shot. When babycakes walks by, I grab her arm.
“I should sit here?”
“That’s your drink, girl.”
“Can you show me the bathroom first?”
Stall door barely open, I’m spun and pushed down hard. A plump, pink pussy claims my face.
“Eat me!” she commands.
Legs spread wide.
“Fingers!”
Cheeks gaped open.
“Both!”
When the cum hits, her ecstasy elicits applause.
Stepping back, she offers a coy smile.
“Thank you for that drink.”
