Max finds another man.

"Typical, god damn worthless man," Max muttered angrily under her breath. She swallowed hard and pushed her way into the bar. Her body throbbed with desire. Her pussy wet, her ass sore from the fucking she had just received. On edge from being teased to near climax, Max could barely contain herself as she scanned over all of the men in the club. Gone was any modesty, any self control. She needed one thing only, a good hard fuck.

The air was thick and hot and Max gleamed from the sweat she had worked up in the back alley. Her shirt clinged to her body hugging every curve, the swell of her breast pushing against the tight fabric with every panting breath she took. Max watched a man on the dance floor like a starving cat ready to pounce.

With feline grace Max stalked towards her pray. He was some dancing with some girl, and she let out a surprised squeal when Max pushed her out of the way and took her place.

"Hey," Max purred, eyeing the young man infront of her. The dance floor was small and crowded, which only made it easier for her to press her tight body against the man. Her deep dark eyes locked the mans, biting down on her lower lip as she slowly rubbed her body up and down his body in tune with the music.

Shocked at first, the man quickly recovered, his hands wrapping around Max's waste holding her close. "Hey," he replied.

Max beamed a smile back at him. Her heart pounded, her body anticipating what was in store. One hand went behind the man's neck, pulling his head down to towards her. The other trailed down his stomach, passed his belt before cupping his hardening cock through his jeans.

"Wanna go somewhere more private?" Max moaned into the man's ear.

He let out a soft groan and nodded his head. Max squeezed him harder, her pussy moistening as she felt his cock grow underneath her fingers. Oh god, she couldn't wait any long, she needed him inside her now.

Max craned her head around and looked around the bar for some place she could get some privacy. She cringed looking at the backdoor, that didn't work out that well last time. Then at the long line that led to the girl's washroom. Finally her eyes fell upon the men's washroom. No lines, probably no one even in there. It was perfect.

"Common" Max muttered, grabbing the man by his belt she pulled him towards the bathroom.