her soft skin brush against me. She left bright red lipstick marks all over my chest.
I glanced over at Will, who seemed paralyzed. She gyrated, all in my business, her g-string inches away, her lips almost to my neck, high heels kicking out. I couldn't help myself, but five cosmos in, it was smutty, but also funny, and I giggled throughout. The song ended pretty quickly, she gave me a hug at the end, and told me that my giggles were cute.
Now it was Will's turn. She turned to him, took off his cowboy hat, and put it on, then straddled him. He looked over at me, a very heated look, and stayed still, as she moved over and around him, feeling up his chest, rubbing her breasts in his face, showing him her ass. Then she put his hat back on him and flipped her hair around and I lost him in a mane of her hair.
I was so going to get it.
Looking over at Amelia and Ryan, Ryan was faring no better than Will, hot green eyes on Amelia and then back to the blonde grinding in his lap.
We were both going to get it.
Just Gettin' Started
"OUTSIDE, NOW," WILL GROWLED in my ear and pulled me by my hand. I tripped after him in my silver stilettos, waving merrily at Amelia, who glanced at me, sized up what we were doing, smiled, and then was immediately yanked by Ryan in the opposite direction.
The expressionless bouncer stamped our hands and we went out to the dimly lit parking lot. He'd seen this routine before. Will didn't say anything outside until we got to the truck, when he pressed me up against the side, one arm on one side of me, the other arm on the other, his entire body melded to mine, and said, "All I could think about in there was how I wished it was you doing the lap dance."
"That could be arranged," I said coyly, and wiggled under him.
His dark chocolate eyes turned molten under the orange, sodium-vapor light. Opening the back door of his truck's cab, he ordered, "In. Now."
I clambered in the back seat of his enormous truck. He climbed in after me, sat down on the bench seat, and shut the door.
Before he could open his mouth again, I purred, drunkenly, "You want a lap dance, cowboy? I'll give you one." And I lifted up the skirt of my dress, way over my hips, and shimmied out of my black lace thong, keeping my shoes on. Then I unzipped my dress a little in the back and pulled the shoulders down, showing him my matching bra.
He didn't say a word, just looked fixedly at me, his breathing shallow.
Naked under my hips, with my dress scrunched up around my waist, I straddled him, and he let out a sigh. I grabbed his black cowboy hat and put it on my head, smiling at him. Then, avoiding his face, I kissed his ear, nibbling his earlobe, listening to his groan, then licked and sucked my way down his neck, as I rotated my hips in his lap, then grinded on him, likely getting all of my wetness on his cock, because of course he was hard, and probably had been so for a long time.
Then I got moving, just like the stripper, shoving my bra-clad breasts in his face, running my nails up his torso, gyrating in his lap.
Will could only take this for so long. "We're doing this here," he said, and I nodded, reaching behind, unhooking, and taking off my bra.
Then he unbuckled his dinner plate belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and shoved them down so that his straining, now purple cock, leapt free. Once he was situated, I immediately hovered over him and sank down, his cock filling me up all the way.
"Oh, fuck ," we both said.
From this angle, he was so big and I was so wet, that every movement felt pleasurable. Every up, every down, every clench of a muscle, every twinge of his cock, every movement to the side or back and forth was an individual sensation.
Phenomenal.
I reached behind him, holding on to the back of the seat, and moved, slow and exploratory at first, then faster and faster, until I was riding him so hard and so fast, my ample breasts bouncing in his face. Then I exploded in pleasure, my body vibrating,
I glanced over at Will, who seemed paralyzed. She gyrated, all in my business, her g-string inches away, her lips almost to my neck, high heels kicking out. I couldn't help myself, but five cosmos in, it was smutty, but also funny, and I giggled throughout. The song ended pretty quickly, she gave me a hug at the end, and told me that my giggles were cute.
Now it was Will's turn. She turned to him, took off his cowboy hat, and put it on, then straddled him. He looked over at me, a very heated look, and stayed still, as she moved over and around him, feeling up his chest, rubbing her breasts in his face, showing him her ass. Then she put his hat back on him and flipped her hair around and I lost him in a mane of her hair.
I was so going to get it.
Looking over at Amelia and Ryan, Ryan was faring no better than Will, hot green eyes on Amelia and then back to the blonde grinding in his lap.
We were both going to get it.
Just Gettin' Started
"OUTSIDE, NOW," WILL GROWLED in my ear and pulled me by my hand. I tripped after him in my silver stilettos, waving merrily at Amelia, who glanced at me, sized up what we were doing, smiled, and then was immediately yanked by Ryan in the opposite direction.
The expressionless bouncer stamped our hands and we went out to the dimly lit parking lot. He'd seen this routine before. Will didn't say anything outside until we got to the truck, when he pressed me up against the side, one arm on one side of me, the other arm on the other, his entire body melded to mine, and said, "All I could think about in there was how I wished it was you doing the lap dance."
"That could be arranged," I said coyly, and wiggled under him.
His dark chocolate eyes turned molten under the orange, sodium-vapor light. Opening the back door of his truck's cab, he ordered, "In. Now."
I clambered in the back seat of his enormous truck. He climbed in after me, sat down on the bench seat, and shut the door.
Before he could open his mouth again, I purred, drunkenly, "You want a lap dance, cowboy? I'll give you one." And I lifted up the skirt of my dress, way over my hips, and shimmied out of my black lace thong, keeping my shoes on. Then I unzipped my dress a little in the back and pulled the shoulders down, showing him my matching bra.
He didn't say a word, just looked fixedly at me, his breathing shallow.
Naked under my hips, with my dress scrunched up around my waist, I straddled him, and he let out a sigh. I grabbed his black cowboy hat and put it on my head, smiling at him. Then, avoiding his face, I kissed his ear, nibbling his earlobe, listening to his groan, then licked and sucked my way down his neck, as I rotated my hips in his lap, then grinded on him, likely getting all of my wetness on his cock, because of course he was hard, and probably had been so for a long time.
Then I got moving, just like the stripper, shoving my bra-clad breasts in his face, running my nails up his torso, gyrating in his lap.
Will could only take this for so long. "We're doing this here," he said, and I nodded, reaching behind, unhooking, and taking off my bra.
Then he unbuckled his dinner plate belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and shoved them down so that his straining, now purple cock, leapt free. Once he was situated, I immediately hovered over him and sank down, his cock filling me up all the way.
"Oh, fuck ," we both said.
From this angle, he was so big and I was so wet, that every movement felt pleasurable. Every up, every down, every clench of a muscle, every twinge of his cock, every movement to the side or back and forth was an individual sensation.
Phenomenal.
I reached behind him, holding on to the back of the seat, and moved, slow and exploratory at first, then faster and faster, until I was riding him so hard and so fast, my ample breasts bouncing in his face. Then I exploded in pleasure, my body vibrating,
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