The Stripper's Sugar Daddy

cking and licking drove him insane. Surely, many women had already trie

e could feel the head of his manhood hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, her gagging

while her hand played with his shaft. She was so good! The way her tongu

th force. He was so near to his explosion that he could feel his balls tighten. His whole body was tremblin

into her mouth and held her head for a moment to feel his head pushed past her throat, whi

, but in a moan that said she was

ster now. Fabian couldn't do anything aside from moaning and groaning, the pleas

is balls constricted and his already engorged cc

sed a huge amount of load into her throat. He squirted all of

olding the woman's head, his

her mouth. Fabian cursed as the woman closed her eyes and swallowed all of his juices, her eyes were closed and her face looked fluster

feel those tight p*ssy, rammed it hard and fas

some reason he can't seem to grasp her, she's like a cloud of smoke.

woman but suddenly her mocking laughter echoed through the roo

desperate to get me into bed? Just your mouth, Fabian,

as the image of the woman slowly turned into

ling from his forehead. He scanned the area and realized he was in his room, and all of it was j

hat dre

curse himself for dreaming that kind of dream, again. He had been dreaming about that woman whom Alfie brought to

go to the office for days. His body was craving for something that was being denied, telling him that it wouldn't function properly if not granted. He muttered a curse un

calm his c*ck down. He kept thinking about that woman, and the worst part was that he shouldn't be paying any

d him but he never even glanced at them. They scurried back to their desks. Maybe they ne

made his other head hard as a rock every night. The pent-up sexual frustration was taking a toll, m

t in the mood for anything today, not for work and not for anything physical. The only thing that kept running on his mind was the de

gr. Villegas will be present in the meeting," Markus, his secretary en

ffee?" he aske

minute

m get back to focus. Ever since he met that woman named Sugar, which he's not even sure if

tely took a sip to calm his nerves, he closed his eyes

urned to his boss; a little bit nervous. Even though he had been working h

s,

ether to ask him or not. He was sure his secretary would be s

wed an imaginary lump in his throat, for a moment he regr

rippers club. He had been there once and never went back bec

the evening until dawn." Markus wondered if his boss was interested in going to that club. He had

t in case. Fabian stood from his seat, he looked at his watch and decided

s thinking about something else and had no intention of listening to the spea

that club. Fabian grimaced when he thought about what Alfie had said, meaning he had already seen the woman d

verthink lately, which usually led to

not. He can't wait to see that woman again; he hates himself for feeling that way to