Burning Sex

t know what I do. Al

own the strip club you used to work at."

club?" Ask

say. "My dad w

b," she says, approach

nd I settle in the leather chai

nks up her p

lady I've ever encountere

to me and removes my s

nd jumps as she

er face is fresh and honest. She doesn't appear like a product designed

sit nearby. Her hips sway in time with the mus

forward, her ass at eye level. Her fingers caress

ree, with a mild firmness. I trace her ass wit

d as she feels my gaze. She moves his hands over her flat tummy to her

her breasts to my lips. As I nibble,

r nipples and touch her nice tits. She presses my face into her cleavage and pull

wly to the soothing music, then fast and hard as her body's rh

ing. I think something raw, untamed, and primeval f

rokes my cheek as she descends down, her k

lick a silky nipple while squeezing her breast. She gasps as my teeth graze

heeks. Her ass rubs against me as her pussy wets. Her hands travel behind her back as she touches my inn

back arch. My breathing becomes frantic against her neck as I rub m

er thighs. I want to devour her, make her moan a

d on my chest and abs. She inhales deeply as

s. She gently climbs my shaft, he

hen she reaches the head, she spreads her mouth wide to relish my manhood and glans. Her li

some. She's pressing as hard as she can on my cock, yet she can still grab it

e come. My hands go for her head as I burs

around my cock as she

think about it." "Your cock

t her in the face. Instead, I grit my teeth and tense my muscl

rs, prodding my he

and deliberately, like a tiger preparing to pounce. She rubs my cock

engulfing my pounding flesh. She groans as her pussy stretches to accept

uth or pussy, I just want to feel my sperm spilling out in a torrent. Once again, she fee

allowing me to regain my breath and ga