Caught Behind the Bar

Casey Calvert's hustling drinks with a full house, the place buzzing under that bright afternoon sun. Bree Daniels wipes down the bar top when Casey drops to her knees, tongue working straight at Bree's clit. Bree keeps wiping, eyes flicking to customers like nothing's going on between her legs. Casey doesn't stop until Bree comes hard, legs shaking behind the wood. Then Casey runs more drinks, and the second she sets the tray down Bree's on her knees, returning the favor until Casey's dripping down her chin. The whole bar's staring now, drinks forgotten, and someone yells for them to kiss. Casey and Bree do it, tongues sliding while hands grip ass cheeks, spreading them for the crowd. They strip on the bar, eyes locked, shirts and skirts hitting the floor until nothing's left. Hips meet, pussies grind, Casey and Bree tribbing slick and loud while the room cheers. Bree climbs up, sits on Casey's face, rides it till she comes. They switch, Casey's pussy smothering Bree's mouth until she shakes and floods her tongue. Once shy, now the girls own the spotlight, no hesitation left.