As the old, married slut, Sarah walked into the bar looking for some extra-marital excitement, her eyes immediately fell on the young and virile bartender. She made her way over to his side of the counter, swaying her hips suggestively as she approached. The bartender couldn't help but notice the bulge in her slutty black dress or the way her full, mature breasts jiggled with each step.
"What can I get for you tonight, sweetheart?" the bartender asked with a hint of lust in his voice.
"I'm not here for drinks," Sarah purred, reaching out to trap him in place with her long, red fingernails. "I'm here for a real man." She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "I want you to fuck me hard."
With that seductive command hanging in the air, he couldn't resist her anymore.
