She’s been waiting for this. The second he walks in, she’s already got her hand on his belt buckle, pulling him into the shadows like she owns the place. Tattoos crawling up her arms don’t hide how badly she wants it—her nails dig into his ass as she drops to her knees right there by the pool table. Cock disappears between those painted lips before he can even protest. One of them is watching from behind the bar, smirking as they switch positions—now she’s bent over that sticky countertop, skirt hiked up past those thick thighs while he fucks her deep and hard from behind.