Sara, a server at a popular bar, had a reputation for her particular taste in men. She loved the thrill of being with married men, the excitement of the forbidden. One night, as she was working, she spotted a man sitting at the bar, scanning the room with a hungry gaze.
Sara knew exactly what he was looking for. She approached him, flashing a sultry smile. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, her voice low and inviting.
The man, taking the bait, ordered a whiskey. Sara chatted with him, flirting subtly, letting him know she was interested. After a while, she suggested they move to the backroom, a secluded area away from prying eyes.
Once there, Sara wasted no time. She pounced on the man, kissing him fiercely, her hands roaming over his body. He responded with equal passion, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Sara pushed him down onto a nearby couch, straddling him. She unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erection. She stroked him, teasing him, before taking him into her mouth, giving him a blowjob that left him breathless.
The man, lost in pleasure, barely noticed as Sara removed her own pants. She slid down onto him, impaling herself on his length. She rode him hard, their bodies slapping together in a frenzy of passion.
In the end, they were both left spent, their bodies entwined. Sara gave the man a final kiss, before getting up and getting dressed. “See you around,” she said, before disappearing back into the bar, leaving the man to catch his breath and wonder when he would see her again.