Carmel Moore, in a miniskirt and heels, grinds and twirls around the pole, her fake tits threatening to spill out. Paul Chaplin, the barman, can't help but join her, his cock tenting his pants. He whips it out, and Carmel, hungry for cock, takes it deep into her throat. She then climbs onto him, her tight pussy sliding down his shaft as she rides him standing up. They switch to doggystyle, Carmel's ass slapping against Chaplin's hips. He fucks her hard, his cock stretching her pussy. He pulls out, his cock still hard, and pisses all over her tits, Carmel moaning and rubbing the warm liquid into her skin.