Kaitlynn knew her red hair was a sign to everyone around her that she was there for the taking, to be used for whatever perverted act anyone wanted.
“It’s been that way since the Irish Carnal Hospitality Regulations passed,” she thought. “I mean, I always let people fuck me however they wanted before, but now, they’re way more open about what they want.”
“Bend over, lass. I want to try out that red-hot ass,” an older man said, pushing her over the bar.
“Y-yes, sir…” she said. “I have some lube in my purse…”
“Don’ worry. I’ve got plenty of spit.”
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