Gangbang with Busty Bartender: Must-Have Best Scene

So this gangbang thing happened last weekend, and I still can’t stop replaying it in my head—I was tending bar at this dive when this group of guys started buying rounds, and the next thing I knew, I was the one being passed around like a shot glass. It started with one guy pulling me close, his hands rough on my waist, and then another joined, and soon I was bent over the bar rail while they took turns behind me. The feeling of being filled from both ends, the slick heat of their skin against mine, the way my breath hitched every time someone new grabbed my hips—it was messy and raw, exactly what I didn’t know I needed. I remember looking down at the sticky floor and thinking, this is insane, but my body just kept arching into every thrust. They lifted me onto the counter at one point, and I had one in my mouth, one underneath, and another sliding in from behind, the whole thing blurring into a rhythm of groans and slaps and my own voice echoing off the bottles. By the end, I was spent, sticky, and weirdly calm, like I’d just run a marathon I never trained for.