“Fresh blood,” he said, voice gravelly, sliding a tip across the bar. “Pour me a scotch, pet.” I rose gracefully, feeling the cool air tease my exposed p***y as I leaned to reach the bottle, my ass presented and exposed.
He watched my every move, and when I handed him the glass, his fingers brushed mine, lingering. “Good girl. Now, entertain me.”
I slipped around the bar at his nod, kneeling between his legs as he sat on a stool. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding my face to his crotch. I unzipped him with steady fingers, his c**k springing free…thick and veined, already half-hard.
I licked the underside slowly, savoring the salty taste, then took him into my mouth, sucking with hollowed cheeks. He groaned, thrusting shallowly, f*****g my throat while chatting idly with a companion a
