Pick her up.

Neither of you get a chance to recover when the next song starts to play. You can't help but let out a chuckle when you realize the last song Ellie chose is Daft Punk's "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger." You guess you will have to live up to her expectations.

"My God you're still hard," the redhead bartender says in disbelief as she rubs her sore pussy.

"Yup," you reply with a grin. She lets out a squeal of delight when you pick up her petite frame with ease but then lets out a gasp when you lower her on your massive erection. Even though you firmly cup her ass with your hands she wraps her arms and legs around you for support as she is speared by your cock.

Locking your lips with hers you start lifting and lowering the redhead on your long, thick shaft. The two of you moan in each other mouths as you enjoy the amazing sensation of her cunt tightly grasping your pistoning cock.

After a few minutes you start feeling tired so you lower Ellie down onto the sink with her ass just over the edge. She lets go of you and lies back against the mirror as you spread her legs in a V-shape. She stares up at you with lust in her green eyes.

"Fuck me," she says. "Harder! Faster!"

With that you go for broke and pound away at her cunt without mercy, your balls slapping her ass cheeks red. You don't care if the song ends or if Old Mac hears you two scream in ecstasy when the two of you climax. You flood her pussy with what seem like an endless torrent of semen. Even when you stop thrusting you feel Ellie's pussy squeezing your cock as if to milk cum from your balls.

"I better get back to work," she smiles tiredly at you.

You hesitantly pull out of her and hand her some paper towels to wipe the cum leaking between her outspread thighs. You clean up and pull your pants back on before unlocking the washroom door.

"Will you be in town long?" Ellie asks.

"My car is in the shop and will be ready tomorrow morning."

"Maybe I'll see you around before then?" she says. "I get off at work at six."

"Maybe." You give her a wink before leaving the washroom. You see the old man still sitting at the bar. You hope he didn't hear anything but as you walk past him he gives you a thumbs up.

You chuckle to yourself thinking Old Mac would give you a high five if he knew what you have in mind back at the motel.