The bar pulsed with the sticky rhythm of Miami's summer night, fans whirring overhead like they were struggling against the heat. Mia leaned over the counter, her hips swaying as she mixed a mojito, her ass drawing every eye in the room—including Jake's. The rugged construction worker had been nursing a beer for an hour, his cock already hard and straining against his tight jeans as he watched her move.
"You gonna order something stronger, or just stare like you've never seen a woman work?" Mia called out, flashing a sharp grin. Her voice cut through the music, bold and teasing.
Jake smirked, leaning forward. "Hard to order when the view's this distracting. Bet that sway of yours could knock a man off his feet."
"Flattery won't get you free drinks, construction boy," she shot back, wiping the bar with a flick of her wrist. "But it might get you a closer look—if you can keep up."
By closing time, the last patron stumbled out, and Mia locked the door with a click. She turned to Jake, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Backroom. Now. Unless you're all talk."
He followed, the air thick with tension. Once inside, she pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming boldly. "Feel that?" she whispered, pressing close. "My turn to play."
Mia dropped to her knees, unzipping him with deft fingers. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. "Look at you, already dripping for me," she said with a wicked laugh, her wet lips wrapping around him in a hungry blowjob. She took him deep, tongue swirling, saliva dripping down his shaft as she controlled the pace.
Jake groaned, hands gripping her hair, panting hard. "Fuck, Mia... your mouth's like fire."
"Keep talking and I'll stop," she retorted, pulling back just enough to stroke him, her own pussy growing wet and aching. Sweat beaded on their skin as she bobbed faster, horny and relentless.
His thrusts met her rhythm, body sweating and shaking until he came with a guttural moan, cum spilling hot over her lips and chin. Mia licked her lips, standing tall with a satisfied smirk, her ass still swaying as she pressed against him. "Not bad, but we're just getting started. My pussy's throbbing for more—think you can handle round two?"
They stood there, breathless and panting, the heat promising an explosive night ahead.
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