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Another year older, another year alone, another year of a job you despise, another year…another…
It’s 3 am. You’ve been drowning your lonely sorrows long past closing time, staring at the same draining mug the entire time as the barkeep cleans up around you.
The bartender finishes up and stand across the bar in front of you, looking mildly concerned and maybe more than a little annoyed as you try and beg one more drink off him. you’d pay double even for his trouble.
You’d seen the bartender having a few drinks of his own over the course of the night, which is the only explanation for what he did next. You heard some cloth rustle as he shifted before slipping off his shirt. He took your mug and hopped on the bar, showing he had shed all his clothes.
You had trouble taking your eyes away as he crouched, his member quickly emerging from it’s sheathe as he stroked it right in front of your face, throbbing only a few inches away from your face, the sound of his hand on his length oddly loud in the empty bar. You weren’t sure how long this was going on, but eventually you saw him shift, moving your forgotten mug in front of his flaring head as he came, spurts of thick spunk sounding loudly against the bottom of the glass as he let out a shuddering sigh. The flow slowed, but didn’t fully stop as his cock began to flag and drip.
He leaned back a bit, steadying himself with one hand as the other held the filled mug in front of you, his posture bringing the recovering pony cock closer to you as it began to grow again.
“Here’s your drink,” He said with a smirk.
Shaking a little, you took the mug, the glass feeling warm in your hands as you took a sip, feeling confident you wouldn’t be waking up alone tomorrow.
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