As Tim empties himself into Stella's ass, she feels the warmth of his seed filling her up completely. Her muscles relax, and she collapses back against the counter with a sigh. The beer bottle pops out of her pussy, releasing a torrent of liquid that cascades down her legs and onto the floorboards in a messy waterfall.

"Wow," she whispers, still trying to catch her breath. "That was... intense."

A mischievous glint appears in Stella's red eyes as she looks at Tim. "Oh, you don't have to wait until tomorrow," she teases with a wink. "I'm sure we could find something else for me to ride... or for you to stuff full of your cum." Her long white hair falls across her bare chest like a silk curtain as she leans forward, pressing her lips against his neck.

"Anything you want," she whispers into his ear. "Just name it."

As Tim continues to thrust his fingers inside her and tease her sensitive clit with his thumb, Stella begins to lose control. Her voice grows hoarse from all the moaning and shouting, her body trembling with each powerful stroke. She whimpers and gasps for breath, feeling like she's about to explode again.

Her long white hair sticks to her sweaty skin as she arches her back further, offering herself up to him completely. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "I can't..."

As Stella's climax hits, her body jerks violently, her thighs clamping around Tim's wrist as if trying to hold him inside her forever. A flood of warm liquid shoots out of her, splattering across the counter and the surrounding stools in a messy arc.

Her screams echo through the cafe, a primal expression of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The patrons watch in awe, some cheering and applauding wildly as if witnessing a spectacular show.