Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The heavy atmosphere, full of smoke, made her cough.
It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on a video.
The place was seedy. A rickety pool table, a jukebox from the fifties, playing country music, dim lighting, peeling walls and dusty signs of products that had been discontinued decades ago.
At that late hour there were only 4 persons in the bar. 3 regulars and the bartender. Everyone turned to look at the statuesque figure who had just entered. Never before such a cute and pretty little thing had entered into that joint. The kind of woman that, at first sight, makes any man’s cock come to life. And that's what happened to those 4 men, when they could react, after the initial surprise. She wasn’t from around there, that was for sure.
Earl a giant muscled with tattooed arms and a long beard, was paralyzed just before hitting the cue ball and stared with a leer. His partner, Jake, wearing a jean jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a scraggly beard, stared at the newcomer with his mouth agape. Another man, sitting at the bar, a fat huge guy wearing a checkered shirt and a baseball cap, had his beer bottle suspended in the air, one inch from his mouth, as he glanced at that beautiful piece of ass that had just fallen from heaven. The bartender also stopped scrubbing a glass and watched her with a raised eyebrow.
It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on a video.
The place was seedy. A rickety pool table, a jukebox from the fifties, playing country music, dim lighting, peeling walls and dusty signs of products that had been discontinued decades ago.
At that late hour there were only 4 persons in the bar. 3 regulars and the bartender. Everyone turned to look at the statuesque figure who had just entered. Never before such a cute and pretty little thing had entered into that joint. The kind of woman that, at first sight, makes any man’s cock come to life. And that's what happened to those 4 men, when they could react, after the initial surprise. She wasn’t from around there, that was for sure.
Earl a giant muscled with tattooed arms and a long beard, was paralyzed just before hitting the cue ball and stared with a leer. His partner, Jake, wearing a jean jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a scraggly beard, stared at the newcomer with his mouth agape. Another man, sitting at the bar, a fat huge guy wearing a checkered shirt and a baseball cap, had his beer bottle suspended in the air, one inch from his mouth, as he glanced at that beautiful piece of ass that had just fallen from heaven. The bartender also stopped scrubbing a glass and watched her with a raised eyebrow.