In the dimly lit corner of the seedy bar, amidst the stench of spilled beer and cheap cigarettes, they found each other. She was a rough around the edges type, with a face that told stories of wild nights and hard living. Her name was Pussy, a fitting moniker for her well-worn cunt. He was a burly man, calloused hands and scars etched across his weathered skin. His cock was a beast, thick and throbbing, veins pumping beneath the rough surface. They locked eyes, knowing what they wanted, and it wasn't the gentle caress of soft lips.
He approached her slowly, taking in every curve of her body. She leaned against the bar, the smooth wood pressing into her bare skin. Her tits were perky and firm, nipples stiff with excitement. He reached out to touch them, and she flinched at his rough hands but didn't pull away. Instead, she arched her back, pushing her chest forward in an invitation he couldn't refuse.
His fingers traced the contours of her tits, squeezing them gently before pinching her nipples hard. She gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched on her face as she closed her eyes, letting herself be drawn into his world. He continued to grope her, slipping his hand down her side to cup her pussy through the thin fabric of her jeans.
She pulled away from him abruptly, pushing him back by grabbing his thick cock. "You want this? You're gonna fuck me? You know what that means?" Her voice was a low growl, her eyes dark and hungry. He nodded, a predatory smile spreading across his face as he reached down to help her remove her jeans.
Her pussy was a mess of hair and sweat, the smell of sex and desire filling the air between them. He pulled her close, gripping her hips with one hand while the other sought out her wet entrance. She was ready for him, wet and pulsing against his fingers. He slid two fingers in deep, feeling her walls tighten around them as he fucked her with a ferocity that matched her own intensity.
He pulled out of her, leaving her panting and desperate for more. "On the bar," she demanded, pointing to an empty spot near the corner. She climbed onto it, spreading her legs wide, giving him full access to her dripping cunt. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, begging for his cock to be shoved deep inside.
He positioned himself between her thighs, aligning his cock with her entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the sight of her open and ready for him. Then, without warning, he thrust forward, impaling her on his thick shaft. She let out a cry of pain and pleasure, arching her back as she adjusted to the size of his cock filling her up.
He pounded into her, each thrust driving him deeper and harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the bar, an unspoken language that spoke volumes about their shared desire. His cock felt like it was about to explode, but he held back, wanting to make this last as long as possible.
She reached down between her legs, gripping his cock with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. She moaned loudly, the sound of her orgasm building in intensity. He could feel it too - the tightening of her walls around his cock, the hot wetness that coated him as she came undone.
He knew he was close, but he couldn't hold out any longer. With one last powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, feeling her cunt clench and spasm around him in response. He roared with pleasure, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep into her waiting womb.
They collapsed onto the bar, spent and satisfied. Sweat dripped from their bodies as they caught their breaths, lost in the aftermath of their intense physical encounter. They knew that this wasn't a moment to cherish or remember fondly - it was just another night in the rough around the edges world they lived in. But for now, all that mattered was the raw, primal pleasure they had shared.