Bend over: a tale of lust, pain, and the unspeakable in a country pub

In a dimly lit country pub, a photorealistic high-res image captured a moment. A woman with long platinum blonde hair, straight and sleek, stood bent over a table, her full body visible, her lean ass bouncing lines in the air. Her wasp waist flared out to a medium size ass, her ribs visible beneath oiled glossy skin. Her choker matched her sexy red crotch high leather boots. Her back was arched, nipples protruding and erect, ripped through the torn, fitting clothes. She looked up forward, her full lips parted, mouth open, red lipstick accentuating perfect detailed features. Her face was perfect, but her eyes held a glint of pain as she felt him grabbing her from behind, lifting her skirt. He stood doggy style, his massive cock in her mouth, cum dripping out as he fucked her from behind. The room spun, the world faded, and all she could feel were his hands, oiled skin gripping hers, pulling her hair, and the strain of suffocation as he penetrated her anally. Bottles lay on the floor, lots of cum spilled over them, staining the wooden planks.