Bar Room Brat

Gia’s the worst bartender on staff. Patrons bitch to Mick every shift, but he can’t do jack because her dad owns the joint. She knows it, too—leans on the bar, phone angled for that perfect light, ignoring every order and every stare. Mick finally snaps, steps in close, tells her to quit fucking around. She smirks, drops to her knees, and unbuckles him right behind the taps. A couple sloppy sucks and the whole place empties out. Mick yanks her into the back, shoves her onto the prep table, spreads her thighs, and buries his tongue in her cunt. When he stands up she’s already reaching for his cock, guiding it in like she owns him now. Every thrust proves it: the brat’s got him, and she’s not letting go.