Inna was a Filipina woman with short, dark hair and a mischievous glint in her eye. She worked as a bartender at a seedy establishment on the outskirts of town, well-known for its lax policies and questionable clientele. But Inna didn’t mind. She had a secret weapon – her ample cleavage, on display every night in a low-cut top.
One night, a man named Jack walked into the bar. He was a trucker, rough around the edges but with a charming smile. Inna served him a drink and the two struck up a conversation. Jack couldn’t help but stare at Inna’s cleavage, and Inna couldn’t help but notice.
“Like what you see, big boy?” she asked, leaning in close.
Jack stuttered out a response, but Inna was already moving in for the kill. She pressed her body against his, feeling his arousal grow.
“I thought so,” she said, tracing a finger down his chest. “Why don’t we go someplace more private?”
Jack followed Inna to the back room, his heart racing. As soon as the door closed, Inna pounced. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue exploring his mouth. Jack’s hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.
Inna broke the kiss and pulled off her top, revealing her lacy bra. She turned around, giving Jack a view of her tattoo – a snake winding around her ribcage.
“Do you like it?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
Jack nodded, unable to speak. Inna smiled and turned back around, pressing her ass against his crotch. She ground against him, feeling his hardness through his pants.
“I want you,” she whispered, reaching back to unbutton his jeans.
Jack helped her pull down his pants and underwear, freeing his cock. Inna wasted no time, dropping to her knees and taking him into her mouth. She sucked and stroked him, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock.
Jack groaned, his hands tangled in Inna’s hair. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with desire.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, standing up and turning around.
Jack didn’t need to be asked twice. He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. Inna moaned, pushing back against him.
“Harder,” she demanded, gripping the edge of the table.
Jack obliged, thrusting deeper and harder. Inna cried out, her orgasm building. She reached down and started to rub her clit, sending her over the edge.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, her pussy clenching around Jack’s cock.
Jack couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled out and came, shooting his load all over Inna’s back.
The two of them stood there, panting and sweaty. Inna turned around and smiled at Jack.
“That was fun,” she said, grabbing a towel to clean up. “Want to do it again sometime?”
Jack nodded, still in shock. He knew he’d be back to the bar every chance he got, hoping to catch a glimpse of Inna’s cleavage and maybe, just maybe, get another taste of her irresistible body.
