TAYLOR IS PLASTERED!

It's been an hour and no one has 'hit on' the singer, sure the men stare and talk about her but they are intimidated by Miss Swift's goddess like beauty, rather than be 'shot down and humiliated' publicly they settle for other women who they can easily get.

"Whatz wroong with me Robbie, I'm pretty right"? "Gorgeous...Angelic" he says as she smiles feeling better. "Soos yud du mii" Taylor asks hopefully (as he gets rockhard). "In a heartbeat, if I knew you felt the same way about me I'd bed you like that" snapping his fingers handing Taylor her sixth Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka".

"Tra...vis dumped me...MEEE, I thoughtz he luved me, thowt he waz going to propoze tu mi, left me for a 21 years oldd bimbo with bigger bazoombas" hearing "men are pigs, I'd never cheat if you were my woman Taylor", "I know youz woodn't Rob"!

By this point it's just him and Miss Swift in the bar now, "closing time I'll call you a cab...where do you live"? Taylor stumbles forward, "futa mi azz" collapsing in Rob's strong arms, she's still breathing just 'three sheets to the wind', "guess you'll have to come home with me and sleep it off".

He takes the 'SHAKE IT OFF/LOVE STORY singer out the back entrance putting her in the passenger seat copping a feel of her 33B boobies, getting in the drivers seat unzipping his pants, "she'll never know"! Grabbing a handful of Swiftie hair he lowers Taylor's mouth down to his ballsack watching his dick disappear into her cakehole. Instinctively she starts to suck on it as Rob drives, his right hand on the back of her head as he thrusts upward into Miss Swift's maw.