Run-down bar

John entered the bar, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of trouble. He wasn't there for a quiet drink; he was there to let off some steam. His fingers brushed against the handle of his gun, hidden beneath his jacket. Mary, sitting at the end of the bar, caught his gaze and smirked.

"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "What do we have here? A big, bad wolf coming to call?"

John approached, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Something like that." He slid onto the stool next to hers, their legs brushing against each other. Mary's heart raced as she felt his large hand wrap around her thigh.

"I bet you have a rough edge, don't you?" he growled, his breath hot on her ear. Mary shivered, her body responding to the raw power emanating from him. "And I bet you like it."

Mary leaned back, her eyes locked with John's. "You're right," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you have no idea."

John's hand slid up her thigh, his fingers tracing the line of her underwear. Mary gasped as he pulled them aside, revealing her wet, swollen pussy. John's rough fingers explored her, his thumb brushing against her clit in slow circles. Mary moaned, her body arching toward him.

"You like that, don't you?" John growled, his voice low and possessive. "I bet you want me to fuck you right here, in the middle of this dirty bar."

Mary nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered, her body trembling with need.

John stood up, pulling Mary with him. He led her to the back corner of the bar, where a large, wooden table stood. Mary leaned against it, her heart pounding as John's hands explored her body. His rough fingers traced her nipples, his lips brushing against hers in a fierce kiss.

John's hands went to the buttons of Mary's blouse, his fingers deftly undoing them. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect. John's rough hands cupped them, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples. Mary moaned, her body pressing against his.

John's hand slid down Mary's belly, his fingers tracing the line of her panties. He slipped a finger inside her, exploring her slick, wet pussy. Mary gasped as he hit her spot, her body arching toward him. John added another finger, his thumb brushing against her clit in long, slow circles.

"You're so wet," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "I bet you want me to fill you up."

Mary nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered, her body trembling with need.

John pulled down Mary's panties, revealing her glistening pussy. He positioned himself behind her, his large cock pressing against her entrance. Mary moaned as he entered her, his thick length filling her up completely. John began to fuck her roughly, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her.

Mary's body responded to each thrust, her clit rubbing against the rough table. She cried out in pleasure as she came, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. John continued to fuck her, his body tense with release as he came inside her.

They stood there for a moment, their bodies spent and sated. John's hand brushed against Mary's hair, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and possessive. "And I'll always come back for more."

Mary nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure. She knew that their encounter was just the beginning; their rough edges were a perfect match. And they both knew that they would be coming back for more.

As John and Mary left the bar, the other patrons watched with jealousy and longing. They had witnessed a raw, animalistic display of desire, one that spoke to the deepest, darkest corners of their own desires. And as they left the bar, they knew that they would be back for more.

The night was still young, and there was so much more to explore in this dangerous, exciting world. John and Mary knew that they were just beginning to scratch the surface; their rough edges were only the tip of the iceberg. And as they walked into the night, hand in hand, they knew that they would be discovering new depths of passion and desire with each passing moment.

The city was alive with possibilities, and John and Mary were ready to explore them all. Their rough edges might have brought them together, but it was their insatiable hunger for adventure and pleasure that would keep them coming back for more.