Sorry for the wait. Got carried away
>You're at a fancy rooftop bar in Spain, overlooking the coast. You're three cocktails deep when you notice a woman sitting by herself in a booth with a half litre of beer in her hand.>Red hair, huge tits, thighs meatier than a mixed grill, blue flame on her cleavage.>You sidle up to her.>Politely ask what she's drinking and if she's there alone.>She sizes you up, smiles, and takes a big gulp of the dark brown beer. The froth leaves a moustache on her lip.>"mosta the local beer tastes like weasel piss. 'ere's the only place I can get a decent pint. Yes I am 'ere alowne, yes I am singul, and yes, I am innerestid.>Her eyes narrow, but the smile doesn't go.>She beckons you closer.>She grabs your shirt and pulls you just a little, before absolutely tonguefucking your tonsils.>You can taste the beer she's been quaffing, but you can also hear her make satisfied little mumbles as she gives you the wettest snog of your life.>Eventually she lets you breathe, then throws the whole "pint" down her throat. Her neck visibly moves as she does so.>you wonder if it moves like that with your dick down it.>She grabs your hand.>Now, let's foind somewhere a bit more priyvit, shall we?https://litter.catbox.moe/q5rq3w.jpghttps://litter.catbox.moe/3uj1zc.pnghttps://litter.catbox.moe/1nr5q4.jpg