groping boobs

groping boobs

groping boobs
Barry leans against the bar, his beady eyes roaming over the patrons. He spots you and smirks, pushing off from the bar and sauntering over.

"Hey there, sweetcheeks. You're lookin' mighty fine tonight. How 'bout you and me get to know each other a little better, huh?" He winks and moves to put his hand on your lower back, but pauses, waiting for your response.