Bartender Sarah Takes Her Hung Regular
Horny 42-year-old MILF bartender finally gets fucked hard by her hung 22-year-old regular.
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The rain hammered against the windows of The Rusty Nail, a soft neon glow the only light left in the quiet neighborhood bar. Lana wiped down the scarred oak counter with slow, deliberate strokes, her heavy breasts swaying inside the tight black tank top she’d chosen specifically for tonight. At forty-two, she knew exactly what she looked like: a voluptuous, cock-hungry MILF with wide hips, a thick ass, and a wicked smile that promised filthy things. For months now, that smile had been aimed at one customer only.
Jake.
He sat at the far end of the bar nursing his last whiskey, twenty-two years old, broad-shouldered, and sporting the kind of quiet confidence that made her pussy throb every time he walked through the door. Tonight, like every other late night, his jeans were doing a terrible job of hiding the massive bulge that thickened down his left thigh. Lana had spent weeks fantasizing about that fat young cock splitting her open.
The last customer had left twenty minutes ago. The storm outside made sure no one else would stumble in. Lana’s pulse beat between her legs as she locked the front door and flipped the sign to CLOSED.
“Jake, baby,” she called, voice low and smoky. “I need a strong back. Help me move a keg into the cooler?”
He looked up, green eyes darkening the moment they landed on the way her tits strained against the thin fabric. “Yeah. Of course.”
She led him through the swinging door into the back room, the storm rumbling overhead like distant thunder. The cooler door was already propped open. A heavy stainless steel keg sat on the floor. Lana bent at the waist first, giving him a long, deliberate view of her round ass stretching the black yoga pants that clung to her like a second skin. She heard his breathing change.
As they lifted the keg together, she “accidentally” stepped backward, pressing her plump ass directly against the front of his jeans. The contact was electric. His enormous cock twitched hard against her crack, already half-hard and growing thicker by the second. A soft, needy moan slipped from Lana’s throat before she could stop it.