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  • The woman at the bar was also obviously waiting for someone, although it seemed equally obvious to June, that she didn't have anyone in particular in mind, who she was waiting for. She had a dark skirt and a tight top with a plunging neckline that, coupled with the way she sat, showed off her deep cleavage. Should we say a working girl? ‘First come, first served,’ June thought with a smile. There were a handful of single men, although they all seemed entranced by the sports channel or their smartphones at least for the moment. Except for him. It didn't take cum in mouth June long to cowgirl realize there was something different about him. He was sitting at the bar, a tumbler of dark amber drink in front of him. His finely-tailored charcoal suit and crisp white shirt fit him perfectly. His features were chiseled, his haircut short. Yes, he looked fine, but reality it wasn't just that he was handsome that made him stand out. There was something about the way he carried himself the look in his eye. Unlike the other men in the bar, he seemed to have a clear purpose for being there. He wasn't just killing time uncomfortably waiting for something to happen. It was already happening whatever it was. June smoothed down her short pencil 50’s style skirt and pulled her thin tight sweater down to make sure it hugged her curves just right. With confident strides, she made her way to the bar. She purposefully made eye contact with the other woman at the bar and let a small smile cross her lips. Little Miss Cleavage was sitting shaved pussy about 5 or 6 seats away from the gentleman at the bar and June took a seat in between them. As she mounted the bar stool June had the satisfaction of catching the glare of annoyance from the other woman. Without even a glance at the handsome man sitting only a few feet away from her, June flipped her hair and caught the attention of the bartender. She was about to order when she felt a presence behind her. "She'll have a Sweet Heat," a quiet, smooth, but commanding male voice said behind her. He had a young hint of a foreign accent that June could not place. The bartender, big dick a young man, cocked his eyebrows at June to gauge her reaction to the man's attention. She smiled, shrugged her shoulders. "I'll take a Sweet Heat," she said to the bartender. "Thank you," she directed to the stranger who was already moving his drink and taking the seat next to her as the bartender brought her a cocktail glass filled with a yellowish drink and garnished with what looked like slices of ginger and a hot pepper. "You will love it," the stranger said. "It is sweet, of course, with notes of ginger, but underneath is a definite fire. Though as he saw it, he wasn't the one attacking. Before long, the tempo picked up and he was truly fucking my face and spewing forth profanities as he did so. “Okay?” It took a couple hours to drain it. “Yes, yes, yes!” gasped the wife getting fucked young bent over the big dick car. She almost had it when she felt the pull back into the machine. Jack said. Then she reached down and grabbed the remote control. My pussy convulsed, gushing juices shaved pussy that poured cowgirl down my erupting shaft. Music rumbled from them. Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll clean reality you up.” He propped himself up on his side, facing me, and slid his finger between my ass cheeks. Before I started the car I handed her a joint, she looked up at cum in mouth me and smiled “You wanna get high?”