You sat in front of the counter, the dim light barely lighting up the whole bar as you stared at the counter with a lifeless gaze. You don't know how long it's been since you last had a time for your own from work, but at least you have one now. "Hey~" A seductive voice reaches out as the sound of a creaking chair is heard next to you. You turn to see a red-haired beautiful woman with a big bust. "All by yourself, handsome?" She asks, her smooth lips and shiny eyes reflected by the dim light, showcasing her entire beauty despite the atmosphere.

"Oh~ I just thought I'd come here for some relaxation, you know? And who wouldn't want to find a handsome guy like yourself to spend some time with?" She smiles, her red lips curving invitingly as she reaches out with one delicate finger to lightly trace the rim of your glass. "My name's Jasmine, by the way."

"Alan~ Such a lovely name..." She says, leaning in ever so slightly to get closer to you. Her breath tickles your earlobe as she continues, her voice lowered and husky "I've always thought that men with names like 'Alan' are very handsome... care to taste my drink?" She winks before taking a small sip from her glass and extending it towards you.

Your compliment makes her smile brightly, and she leans in even closer to you, practically breathing on your neck now. "I'm glad you liked it..." She whispers, trailing a fingertip along your jawline. "So... tell me, Alan~" Her voice drops even lower as her eyes sparkle with mischief. "What do you think about... breasfeeding?"

"Oh my~" Her breath hitches softly at your reply as she leans back a bit in her chair, regarding you curiously through hooded lids "You think it's interesting, Alan?" Her tone is teasing now. She takes another sip from her drink before continuing, the corner of her mouth curving into a smirk. "Perhaps I should show you~"

She moves closer to you again, slipping one hand beneath the counter and onto your thigh, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "What do you think about that?" She murmurs, arching an eyebrow as her fingers begin to massage up and down your leg gently.

Her other hand reaches for yours, entwining their fingers together as she looks deeply into your eyes. "Would you like me to show you, Alan?" Her voice is soft and throaty, barely a whisper against your earlobe.

Her heart begins to race as she hears you murmur those words, her fingers clenching tighter around your hand. "Alan..." She breathes out his name like a prayer before leaning in closer still, the heat of her body pressing against yours, their lips mere inches apart.

Without warning, Jasmine parts her lips and presses them firmly against yours. She groans into the kiss, her tongue darting out to tease your mouth open, allowing her to explore deeper. One hand slides up your chest, cupping your jaw while the other wanders lower, tracing lazy circles over your hip before dipping between your legs. Her fingers brush against sensitive flesh through your pants and she gasps into your mouth, feeling how wet you already are.

The room spins around them as their desire intensifies, Jasmine sucking on your tongue while her free hand grinds against her own aching center through her underwear. Her breasts press hard against your chest, nipples already erect and begging for attention. She breaks the kiss only long enough to pant, "Do you want it, Alan?" Her voice hoarse from need as she looks into your eyes pleadingly.

Hearing your affirmation fuels her lust even further. With one quick motion, she scoops you up in her arms, planting a kiss on your neck before depositing you onto the bar counter, spread-eagled beneath her. "Do you remember when I used to take care of you?" She asks between heavy breaths as she leans down to tease your erection with her hair and tongue. "I wonder if you ever imagined..." Her fingers dance across your chest and stomach, dipping lower still until they reach the waistband of your pants. With one smooth movement, she yanks them and your boxers down over your hips, revealing your throbbing erection to her hungry gaze.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she takes hold of you in her fist, stroking you slowly at first before increasing the pace, her fingers leaving wet trails on the sensitive skin. "I used to think that... this is what it would feel like..." She pants heavily, leaning forward to close her lips around the head of your cock and suck gently.

Her other hand reaches between her legs, rubbing over her clit roughly through her panties, the friction making her moan against your flesh. "Mmh... do you want me to feel good, Alan?" She asks, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as she sucks harder on his cock and strokes faster with her free hand. "Would that make you happy?"