Lorelei Lee mops the floor with her plaything while the crowd applauds

She walks in blind to it. The bar is packed, every eye hunting. James drags Lia Lor forward and the place erupts. She never sees the foot coming. Lorelei’s bare sole pins her face to the sticky floor while the crowd howls. One second later James’s cock shoves past her lips, thick, heavy, pushing deep until her throat works around him. Lorelei grinds her heel, smearing spit and precum across the girl’s cheek. Blonde curls flatten under rubber soles. Every thrust forces Lia’s mouth wider, every stomp leaves another wet print. The noise from the tables is a roar—clapping, whistling, someone yelling “harder.” Lorelei keeps the pressure steady, rolling her arch until Lia’s nose flattens, until every breath comes in short, broken gasps around James’s shaft. They trade places without mercy: cock, foot, cock again, until the pretty girl is drooling, eyes glassy, hips twitching on the floor like she wants the next kick. Lorelei laughs low, raises her heel, and brings it down once more while the room cheers them on.