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

One way to tell if your relationship is over is when you cannot avoid being attracted to people you don't know. In my situation I was thinking about the PAWG of a bartender much more than my current partner.

It was her name, Chelsea. I was embarrassed, of course. It is possible to say that I was cheating emotionally.

There was no reason to deny it. It's an indication that the rift between us was dying.

My girlfriend and I were both falling out of love, and Chelsea had this huge bubbly tummy that I couldn't resist looking at every time I was in their bar.

I am captivated by the brand new PAWG that is in town

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

It's not easy to end the two-year love affair. I was sad and there was a brand new speakeasy restaurant in town that nobody had any idea about.

It was peaceful and quiet and there were hardly any people. It was the perfect spot to drown my sorrows with a glass of wine.

I walked through the dimly lit, dark space to their main bar towards the back. A woman was working behind the bar, fixing the bar's bottles.

The girl had a lovely and hourglass-shaped waist that curled down to reveal a large round, rounded tummy that dangled from her back.

"Hi Can I buy you something?" she said cheerily in front of me.

Her face was adorable which was beautifully framed by silky smooth blonde hair.

She was certified PAWG.

"O-oh you're right, ..." I said I was actually shocked by her look.

The breasts were huge. They were bulging out straight through her clothes as well as her apron.

I'll be honest. I was already picturing her making me feel like an big titty fuck.

I noticed that I was beginning to gaze at them and I quickly turned my attention away.

Did she even notice? Who knows.

She handed me one glass of water... She also gave me her phone number

"Yeah?"

"Uh you're right I'm new to the area, and I'm new here... do you have any special cocktails you'd suggest?"

She smiled. "Yeah we're brand new here as well. Do you want me to make our house unique?"

"Okay Sure," I smiled at her back.

I watched her start mixing the drink. Every time she turned her back to me, I bet my eyes were drawn towards her tummy.

Her big tummy seemed to almost move through her pants.

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

I sipped a bit of the drink she prepared for me. It was quite tasty.

"Just do you... Troubles" I sighed.

"Girlfriend?"

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

"I see, I can see," she declared. "Well I'm not going to look around. However, you're always welcome here."

"Thanks. I must say that this drink is delicious. We'll definitely be back, however, your location isn't easy to find." I said.

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

She smiled. I smiled at her with a smile.

"Not necessarily 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 that bar an unfathomably boner due to staring at the PAWG.

I didn't want to be cheating on my partner So I decided that I would end my relationship with her.

When I returned home, my girlfriend was not there.

Inside our room was a gift. It was a gift I bought some time ago and thought I would present to her as a gift for Valentine's Day next week.

My girlfriend wrote an ass note on top of it, informing me she was breaking up with me, and then explaining the reasons. I think she ended up breaking up with me first.

I broke down. However it was extremely painful to finally allow her to go.

On Valentine's Day, however, I thought I was totally over it. Particularly since I was suddenly reminded of my Chelsea's phone number.

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

"Oh I'll not be working today, but I will be. Do you still want to go?" she said, smiling at me.

"Well If I went there, would you also go there as well and serve me drinks?"

"Hmmm... Perhaps another time. If you find something fascinating, I could also go there."

There was an event at the time.

The PAWG is a scumbag on Valentine's Day

Instantly, we were a couple. We were just talking and doing all sorts of random things. We didn't think about the fact that it was past midnight.

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

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I cannot resist an enthralling PAWG."

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

"Are you?" I teased. "Like technologically, at the very least?"

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

We swiftly returned to my home and began exploring when we walked through the door.

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

Just as she was about to go on her head, she squeezed my head between her two hefty, gorgeous legs and splashed into my face.

It was messy, but damn did it get hot.

"You claimed that you were a fan of the sexy?" she said.

I smiled.

"You took me for a ride. Lay down and let me be your reward,"" she purred, accompanied by serious mama vibes.

She climbed my hips before turning around. Her face was towards me while I watched her slide into the torso of my muscular cock.

I cried out in pain and she laughed. She knew that I wasn't going anywhere.