Incest
She walked into the bar with one thought on her mind, to get fucked.
The bar was in a part of NYC that was known for its rough neighborhoods. She didn't care, she was looking for it rough tonight. By the way she was dressed there would be no doubt in any guys mind what she was looking for. incest
She was medium height, full breast, shapely, sexy legs, her hair was shoulder length, light brown with hints of blond, wavy, the kind that gave her that wild sexy look. She wore her black leather dress, tight, hugging her curves, incest the zipper down the front leading you to her point of no return, the thigh high leather boots advertised her easiness. She wore no panties, she didn't want to hide what she wanted to show.
She needed it rough, quick, easy, no strings, just a cock, any cock would do. She didn't want to attach a face to it, she didn't want to know his life incest story, she just needed a meaningless fuck....bad.
She saw what she wanted, he was playing pool across the bar. He looked incest like a biker, a white T-shirt that stretched tightly across his broad chest, a black leather vest that embodied the look of roughness. His tight jeans with the wallet chain hanging invitingly across his thigh, revealed all she needed to know about him. "Yes," she thought, he looked rough, just what she wanted, needed.