Aren't there four things? Fight, flight, feed or... ah, there's the one!

As much as I hate to pull these fingers out... As long as I have his attention, let's just slip this shirt up and...

God, tits and pussy out in the open at this bar, cute bass player grinning my way, if I wasn't wet before...

"Let's take five?" Oh shit, is the song... !? Shit shit shit, shirt down, shit...

"Enjoying the set?" Shit shit shit.

"Enjoying the view?" Shut up Jess!

"I am." That there would be the definition of a lascivious grin.

"Slide in with her and she'll ride that cock right here, right now."

"Shut the fuck up, Jess!" Is he actually sliding in next to me?

"Oh like you wouldn't?" Oh my god, that's his cock. Oh my god.

"Oh my god!" Is everyone staring at us? No? No one's even noticing this? Fuuuuck.

"Hop on." Did he just say hop on?

"You heard the man, hop on Cindy." Oh god, am I actually going to?

Shit, I don't think I fit on his lap under the table... oh, there, okay...

Oh god, that's his cock, the tip... Let's just...

OH G-uuuh... Is he pumping into... no, that's my hips grinding on... Oh god, this feels so...

Is he rubbing my... oh fuck, my clit feels so...

Let's just fix this other hand... there, under the shirt is much... ooooh, my nipple... ooooooooh...

"Enjoying yourself?" Jess is here? Oh shit, I'm at a bar! Am I moaning?!

"Oh fuck..."