"Does that answer your question?"

"Ummmm, Frank. Oooo, yesss!" She jerked, then dropped her head back against the padded booth and rode to the top of her orgasm, hoping the pleasure would erase the painful memories. "I'm ready, Frank. I'm gonna cream all over the fuckin' booth."

"Just do it without screaming all over the damn place," he groaned, his balls busting in his pants. He jabbed hard, making her pay for his frustration with powerful stabs.

She swooned, her eyes drifting down the length of the bar. "I'm cumming." It was a hoarse, barely audible whisper. "I'm creaming, Frank." She went quietly into her orgasm, restraining herself from lashing out and grabbing it fully. It added to her pleasure. Controlled passion was very exciting.

"Cum, baby," he moaned, jamming his fingers in and out of her exploding cunt. Hot cum gushed over his fingers. He could hear the squishing noises with each thrust. "Cum." His arm was aching. His position was uncomfortable and his cock was bent painfully in his pants.

"Oooo, I ammmm," she panted, watching the blue lights around the bar turn fuzzy as another orgasm whipped through her pussy, almost destroying her self-control. "I ammmm."

Her back arched and her neck strained, her eyes rolling to the ceiling as it spun. She shuddered and trembled on the seat, bathing both his fingers and the cool leather in warm pussy cum. She brought her hand to her mouth and sank her teeth into her fist as another wild orgasm tore through her pussy.

The two drinks on the table shook. Frank saw it and figured the table would be next. "Easy, baby." He slowed his stabbing pace.

"Nooooo," she mouthed softly. "Don't stop yet." She worked to get him going again. Her hips moved rapidly. One drink spilled. "Ooooooo." A spasm seized her and she collapsed back into the softness of the leather, panting, sucking air into her lungs.