On a lonely Valentine's Day, the pawg bartender consoles me.

The fact that I was dumped just before Valentine's Day didn't turn out very badly

According to some, the best method to determine if your relationship is about to end is when you are unable to avoid being attracted to people you don't know. In my situation I was thinking about the bartender's PAWG far more frequently than the current partner.

It was her name, Chelsea. I was embarrassed and embarrassed, no doubt. One could argue that I had been emotionally cheating.

There was no way to avoid it. It's an indication that the rift between us was actually dying.

My girlfriend and I were both falling out of love, and Chelsea was a bubbly butt that I could not resist looking at every time I went into their bars.

Been enthralled by the latest PAWG station in town

It started last month , when my friend and I got into a massive argument. It was becoming obvious for us that we have fundamental differences.

However, it's difficult to end the two-year love affair. I was feeling depressed, and there was a brand new speakeasy establishment in town that I didn't even know about.

It was peaceful and quiet and there were very few people. It was the ideal spot to wash my troubles away by drinking alcohol.

I wandered through the dimly lit, dark area to the bar in the back. A woman was working behind the bar, fixing the wine bottles.

She had a beautiful shape, a curved waistline that curled down to reveal a large oval afro that dangled from her back.

"Hi Can I buy you something?" she said cheerily and walked towards me.

The girl had a charming face which was beautifully framed by silky smooth blonde hair.

Yes, she was a certified PAWG.

"O-oh you're right, ..." I murmured I was actually stunned by her eyes.

In fact, her breasts were huge. They were swollen across her clothing as well as her apron.

I'll tell you the truth. I could just picture her offering me an big titty fuck.

I noticed that I was beginning to look at them, and then I quickly turned my attention away.

Did she even notice? Who knows.

She handed me one beverage... and she gave me her phone number

"Yeah?"

"Uh Well I'm new to the area, and I'm new here... do you have any particular cocktails that you would recommend?"

She smiled. "Yeah We're new here as well. Do you want me to make our home special?"

"Okay Sure," I smiled at her back.

I watched her begin mixing up her drink. Every time she turned her back toward me, I'm sure my eyes were drawn to her back.

Her big abs appeared to almost move through her pants.

"So what is it that brought you to this place?" she said, handing me my drink. "I observed that you were somewhat down and out at the time you entered."

I had a taste of the drink she prepared for me. It was quite tasty.

"Just do you... Troubles" I laughed.

"Girlfriend?"

"N-nah. I'm single," I lied.

"I see, I can see," she declared. "Well I'm not going to investigate. You're always welcome."

"Thanks. And by the way, this drink is delicious. We'll definitely be back, however, your location isn't easy to locate." I said.

I swallowed, making my decision. "Can I call you to inquire about directions to this location next time I'm planning to visit?"

She smiled. I smiled at her.

"Not all that smooth however, I'll give it a chance," she said giggling. "I'm Chelsea."

My girlfriend and I left to go to an PAWG

I left the bar with a boner that was swollen due to staring at the PAWG.

I didn't want to be cheating on my girl and so I made the decision that I would break up with her now.

When I got home, my friend was not there.

The bedroom in our home was filled with a gift. It was something I purchased some time ago and thought I would present to her as a gift on Valentine's Day next week.

My girlfriend left a half-page letter in the middle of it, informing me that she was not happy with me and explaining the reason. I think she ended up breaking up with me first.

I broke down. Even so it was extremely difficult to release her.

After Valentine's Day, however, I thought I was over it. In particular, I realized Chelsea's contact number.

"Hi, Chelsea. How do you get there to the bar?" I asked, calling her later in the day.

"Oh, I'll not be working today but. Are you still interested in going to work?" she said, smiling at me.

"Well, if I were to go there, could you also go there, too, and give me drinks?"

"Hmmm... Perhaps another time. If you find something fascinating, I could visit too."

There was an event back then.

The PAWG is a scumbag on Valentine's Day

We instantly bonded. We spent the entire day talking and having fun. We didn't notice that it was almost midnight.

"You are evidently obvious when you are in that bar." she added.

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm not able to resist the tempting PAWG."

She laughed. "Did you just make me an PAWG?"

"Are you?" I teased. "Like technologically, at a minimum?"

She looked at her eyes and then sighed. "Ugh, men."

We swiftly made our way back to my apartment, and we started making our way into the apartment.

I moved through her body until I discovered her wet, shaved pussy. Then, I put my face in her folds.

Just as she was about to go on my head, she squeezed it between her two large, luxurious legs and splashed on my face.

It was messy, but damn were the temperatures.

"You have said that you like the sexy?" she said.

I smiled.

"You took me for a ride. Lay down and let me be your reward,"" she purred. She was erupting with serious mama vibes.

She put her hips on my back and then turned. Her face was towards me while I watched her slide into the curved cock of my back.

I cried out in pain and she laughed. She knew that I was not going to last.