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how did you find yourself in a bar with christina koch? you didn't exactly know -- but you didn't give it a second thought either.
She'd never ask you out to a bar before -- ever, not even in your 5 months of dating.
you guys were both slightly drunk -- not enough to not think about your actions or sway or mumble your sentences from non coherent thoughts.
but even then, she seemed bolder than usual -- her hand would brush against your fingers from time to time whenever she'd reach for the drink beside yours, or she'd sneak in a sly flirty compliment when talking.
her tone grew huskier each time she spoke, her eyes darkening slightly -- her pupils growing more blown everytime you'd do something simple like brush your hair over your shoulder or lick your lower lip.
as time grew past, she sat impatiently on the stool -- almost as if something had been bothering her.
"something wrong, babe?" you asked softly, tilting your head to the side -- eyes examining the way the dim lights of the bar enhanced her facial features.
"no, nothings wrong" she said, taking a casual sip of her alcoholic drink as if she hadn't been switching sitting positions in the last 5 minutes.
after a short beat passed, she finally broke the silence.
"you look beautiful today" she cleared her throat, her eyes probably accidentally, falling to your chest to where she looked back up quickly, thinking you wouldn't notice.
but you did.
you very much noticed the way her eyes sparkled everytime she looked down -- how she had to swallow as if shed been salivating.
"is that so?" your lips quirked up into a sly, knowing smirk as you realised what she was really thinking.
her fingers tightened around the glass cup she held -- almost like she was holding herself back from doing something she didn't want to in public.
"do you want to go to a quieter room, tina?" you offered to which she already stood up quickly -- the glass in her hand long forgotten.
you gently took her hand -- she slipped her hand in her pocket and placed some dollar bills down on the sticky bar table.
you both found yourselves in a bathroom stall -- the lights were down low, sometimes flickering.
she didn't give you time to say anything, she was impatient, her hands already pulling you closer by your hips -- her grip rough instead of gentle.
she backed you up against the stall door with a loud bang that echoed afterwards, she pulled back after a while, her eyes dark and matte with lust and desperation.
Her lips slightly puffy from the passionate, rough kissing.
"God you look so beautiful" she growled gently against the pulse point of your neck, sending shivers down your spine at her raspy voice that vibrated against your neck.
she spun you around with a sudden harshness after the sweet words filled with lust -- your cheek met the cold stall door, the sting caused you to whimper.
your heart slammed against your ribs roughly -- the blood now coursing through your veins faster at each touch she gave.
she bucked your ass against her hips, something rough could be felt through her own jeans -- it only turned you on even more.
"feel that, sweetheart?" she rasped against the shell of your ear, her breath hot.
you nodded, to which her fingers tightened more against your waist.
"use your words"
"yes-- yes, I feel that" you managed to make out over your cloudy thoughts.
her fingers traced along your waist before unbuttoning the buttons to your jeans, she slid them down with practical ease -- not waiting any more time.
"you want this?" she asked, even though she was needy, desperate to see you destroyed, she always asked.
"yes" you nearly moaned at the feeling of her cold hand sliding down to your ass.
she unbuttoned her own jeans, letting them fall with a quiet thump -- pooling around her ankles after she unbuckled her belt.
the silicone strap could be felt from behind -- perfectly touching the inside of your thighs-- you felt your knees go weak but she held you up.
"please" you silently pleaded, arching your back to feel more of her.
she laughed lightly, "so needy, sweetheart"
she placed the strap at the entrance of your wet hole, sliding in without a warning -- you let out a quiet moan to which her hand flew to your mouth, shutting it.
"stay quiet" she commanded -- and with a shift of her hips you weren't sure if you could stay quiet.
you muffled incoherent words underneath her palm -- your mind now completely cloudy as she kept fucking you from behind carelessly.
the slaps of skin to skin contact echoed in the small space of the stall along with your quiet mumbles and whimpers.
"youre doing so good for me" she praised quietly, her fingers moved against your clit in perfect circles that only made you more overstimulated with pleasure.
she entered her two fingers into your mouth, to which you sucked precisely-- a soft grunt slipped past her lips as she could feel your saliva coating her fingers.
"I'm gonna cum" you panted, your words nearly inaudible from her fingers in your mouth.
she did nothing but speed up the pace of her ruthless thrusting, your eyes rolling to the back of your head -- she pulled your hair from behind, forcing you to look back at her.
the coil in your abdomen snapped suddenly, a wave of pleasure hit you like never before, your whole body twitched and you felt your knees go weak as you couldn't take it anymore.
"get on your knees" she said, turning your around and forcing you down.
her fingers traced your jawline before they met your chin, she tilted your head back to look into your teary eyes.
But to her, you looked like a perfect, worn out masterpiece.
"clean up your mess" she said, to which your mouth wrapped around her black strap that was coated in your juices and cum.
her hand was splayed on the back of your head, she pushed your head down -- causing you to gag everytime the strap hit the back of your throat.
But yet, you looked up at her through your eyelashes.
"good girl" she muttered softly, tilting her head back as if she was feeling pleasure herself.
.
"you did so good for me" she said softly, cleaning the mess inbetween your thighs with a towel before she helped you put your jeans back on.
"how did you know this was gonna happen?" you asked breathlessly, your chest still rising and falling quickly from your panting.
"I have my ways" her lips curved into a sly smirk, her fingers working to buckle her belt again.