Bar snacks

Robin looked at the three dice on the bar, "Nine!" she smiled at Phil. "You gonna pay up now?"

Phil looked around the near empty bar. "Can't really leave the place. You want to collect in the back, on the pool table, or right here on the bar?"

Robin was feeling especially nasty and naughty. She climbed up from the bar stool and lifted herself onto the bar. Her long legs dropped down behind the bar. Phil reach up and lifted the woman's short skirt. The lack of panties didn't seem to surprize him.

"I like a clean plate!" He gently spread Robin's pussy and dipped his long tongue into the slit.

"Mmmm, nice!" Robin sighed her approval.

Phil began licking deeper. His tongue lashed against Robin hard clit and then wiggled back into her now wet and slick pussy. His hands slid up her belly, under her shirt and up onto her unfettered breasts. Robin's nipples hardened quickly as her rubbed then with his thumbs.

Phil kept licking. Robin lifted her ass slightly, giving the bartender even greater access - his tongue thrust into her deeper, slid out and then back in. Lifting his head, Phil rubbed his rough tongue against Robin's clit - it was all she needed.

"Aaaaggggg!" She tossed her head back and gasped.

Phil grabbed the woman by the hips and pulled her down behind the bar. Holding her tight, Robin could feel the long, hard swelling in his jeans. "Want to go for a ride, now, honey?"