Lesbian Triangles #26

She stood in a dingy bar under cheap neon lights. Her back against the wall. A woman built for sin. Tight silk dress hugging her tits like a second skin. Long legs poured into black stockings. Red lips wet with whiskey. The man came at her. No hello, no nothing. He shoved her against the peeling paint, grabbed her ass in both hands and squeezed until she moaned. She was already wet, panties soaked through. He yanked them aside. Two thick fingers drove deep inside her, pumping hard while his thumb circled her clit. She came fast, biting down on his neck. He didn't stop. His cock shoved inside her next, stretching her open while her cunt clenched around him. The bar smelled like old booze and sweat. Bodies everywhere but they didn't see. He fucked her in short, brutal strokes, slapping her tits, pinching her nipples through the silk. She came again, messy and loud, gushing down her thighs. He pulled out, flipped her around and bent her over a sticky table, jamming back in from behind. She gripped the edge. He came hard inside her, filling her up. Then he left. She stayed bent over the table with his cum leaking out, dripping down her legs while the lights buzzed overhead and the bartender wiped the counter like nothing happened.