Kung Fu Beauty #2 - Part 1

She climbs onto the polished wood, knees spread wide, skirt bunched at her hips. The bartender's fingers slide into her without warning, two at once, curling up and working that slick heat like he already knows exactly what she needs. His thumb drags slow circles over her swollen clit while his other hand grips her hip to keep her exactly where he wants her. Every thrust pushes a moan out of her, hips rocking forward to chase more friction. The pressure builds fast, tight, unstoppable. Her mouth falls open, thighs shaking, until the orgasm rips through her in hard pulses, fingers still pumping deep inside her as she rides it out.