She Walked Into My Pub Heartbroken

She came in quiet.

Didn’t say much. Barely flinched when a creep slid in beside her, trying to impress her with the worst kind of charm.

She didn’t need saving. But she needed someone to notice.

And as the bartender, I saw everything.

So I stepped in.

“It’s quite obvious this nice lady doesn’t want to concern herself with you. Here’s your order, miss—on the house.”

From that moment on, it wasn’t about drinks anymore.

This audio begins with a protective, slow-building interaction between a woman in distress and a bartender who sees more than she lets on. She’s numb—recently left by a partner who said she was “holding them back.” He offers stories, quiet understanding, and the kind of attention that feels like safety.

But when a faucet mishap leaves him soaked and her unexpectedly aroused…

The night takes a turn.

What to expect:

???? A gruff but gentle bartender who listens first, talks second

???? An aggressive creep getting firmly handled

???? A vulnerable woman, crying at the bar and slowly opening up

????️ A flooded restroom, a soaking wet shirt… and mutual tension

????‍♂️ Cunnilingus on the pool table, beginning her release

???? Barstool sex, dirty talk, and physical praise

???? All wrapped in his quiet voice and calm presence

“You’re dripping onto the floor of the bar after I cleaned up everything... but it’s okay, sweetheart. Make your mess.”

This isn’t a love story.

It’s about timing.

A quiet bar. A broken heart. And a man who offers comfort—with no strings… unless you want them.

???? Learn more about Caleb (the bartender behind the barstool):

She Walked Into My Pub Heartbroken by TheDeepVoiceDaddy

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