“I have already promised my secrecy. load inside of you and it… The light was dim but illuminated her perfectly. Then the bulb lit. “Get that skirt off and ride my cock.”
She slid her skirt off. I froze in place. I could see her relax. I can not promise that. Thought you left hours ago.”
“No I was just… um… resting,” she stammered as she adjusted her bra and buttoned her blouse. “Best brew I’ve ever tasted. “How about that beer?” she repeated. I knocked the top of the bottle with my bottle. It feels like a man shooting his… She tried to casually put the beer bottle on the bar. I put some on my hand and started massaging my cock. She insisted on helping me. Once again commenting about the quality. Her lips and folds glistened with juices and beer. Seeing this set me off. “I have to taste this from the tap,” I dove between her legs. My balls tightened. The back bar was used in the evenings during the dinner hours Thursday thru Sunday and for Sunday Brunch. I went to the back bar to get liquor bottles for the day shift. My eyes watched her breasts bounce. I went back to stroking my cock. She rubbed her hand along her clit.
