She’s been doing this since before you were born. The dancer in the red dress doesn’t ask—she takes. Bent over that sticky bar top, ass high, legs spread just enough for him to see how wet she already is. He tries to hold back but she won’t let him; one hand on his chest pushing him deeper while the other grips the counter like she’s riding a bucking stallion. When he finally lets go inside her, it’s not pretty—it’s sloppy, messy perfection: cum dripping down her thighs as she wipes her mouth and smirks at the camera like ‘that was just round one.’