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Chapter 8 by little.cindy little.cindy

Can Cindy think of anything else she can give the bartender?

No one could see me if I were behind the bar...

"Well, I can't give you $20..."

Oh my god, wait, what am I thinking? No! This is so bad...

"And I don't know if I want to give you my shirt..."

Fuck, I need a cock so bad...

"But I'm sure I could come back there and give you something you'd like..."

Jesus, did I just say that? Fuck, that one surprised him! Where's the way into... ah, over there.

"Are you for real right now, Cindy?" Jeff seems likewise incredulous... Just lift this thing and step back here and no one's looking and...

"Ya, okay." I'm so shocked you agree, Mr. cute bartender, now that I'm kneeling in front of you with your cock in my hand... fuck, I can smell it... mmm...

"And I'm sure we can play all night, right?" A little extra spit as I lick my lips should sell it... am I drooling? The scent is like Pavlovian on me... definitely not the only lips on me that are wet right now...

"No problem." Shocked!

... Oh god that taste so good... "Mnh..." Should I fuck him too?

No, no, just... mmm... gonna play pool...

Can Cindy get by just giving a blowjob for now?

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