The taxman, a burly, demanding man, storms into the bar, his eyes scanning the room until they land on the curvaceous bartender, a woman of fiery spirit and even more fiery looks. He approaches her, his voice low and threatening, "You know what I want, girl." She smirks, wiping her hands on her apron, "Oh, I know exactly what you want, cabrón." She leads him to the back, pushing him onto a stool, her hands expertly undressing him. His cock, massive and throbbing, is out in the open, and she wastes no time, her mouth descending onto it, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working the base, her other hand cupping his balls, squeezing gently as she brings him to the brink of ecstasy.