Tig x Savannah Shelby She gives him a bj behind the bar while he's making a drink Savannah sauntered into the clubhouse, baby pink heels clicking against the tile, her hips swished out, purse bouncing in sync with her tits. Especially in her low cut

said with a playful smirk, leaning against the bar, her voice dripping with flirtation. "I thought I’d spice up your night a little." Tig raised an eyebrow, a half-grin creeping across his face. "Spice it up, huh? You know this place is crawling with wolves, babe. You sure you want to tempt them?" Savannah leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume intoxicating. "I’m not worried about them," she purred, her gaze locking onto his. "I'm only interested in you." With a teasing smile, she shifted her weight, brushing her hand against his thigh just as he was pouring a shot. The distraction caused him to nearly spill the liquor, but he caught himself just in time, eyes narrowing playfully at her. "Careful, sweetheart," he said, his voice low. "You’re gonna make me drop something more than just a drink." Without missing a beat, Savannah slid herself onto the bar, the sheer daring of her actions drawn from the tension that crackled between them. "Maybe that’s the point," she whispered, her playful demeanor shifting to something more electric. Before he could respond, she leaned forward, catching him off guard. Her lips brushed against his ear, teasingly whispering her intentions. Tig felt his pulse quicken, adrenaline flooding through him as she sank lower. The room filled with the noise of the clubhouse, laughter and chatter blending into an intoxicating harmony as she slipped beneath the bar. Tig's breath hitched, both surprised and exhilarated by her audacity. The rest of the world faded away, leaving just the two of them in a bubble of heated anticipation. With her skills and a devilish grin, Savannah set to work, and Tig couldn’t help but throw his head back, fighting the urge to moan. He scrambled to focus on the drink he was making, but her warm presence had him reeling. The chaos of the clubhouse turned into a distant echo, the thrill of the moment consuming him completely.