She Climbed the Barstool, Spread Her Cheeks, and Told Me to Fuck Her Right There

No script, no setup—just her, a barstool, and that filthy little grin that says do it now. One second she’s teasing with that short skirt, next thing I know she’s bent over the damn stool, ass out, telling me to stop talking and start fucking. The way she gripped the edges while I slammed into her? Unreal. This isn’t your overproduced porn crap—just raw, nasty barroom sex that hits different. You’ll feel this one.