Bar Romance

Alyssa Bounty works the bar, wiping down glasses, until Kristof walks in. She spots him and the look says everything: pure trouble. He sits, she vault over the counter like it’s nothing. Next second his hands are everywhere—squeezing hips, slipping under clothes, thumbs tracing her tits until those nipples stand up and he has one in his mouth, sucking hard. She grips his hair while he drops his focus to her feet, lifting them, spreading toes, licking the sole, biting playfully. He presses her soles together around him and strokes slow, pushes himself between them deeper each time. No holding back now, and they both know it.