Charli up, Trae grabbed the back of Tasha’s neck with force. “Ignore this shit so we can get on
with our party.”
“Nigga, I will fuck you and that bitch up,” Tasha spat. Her eyes moved to Charli, who had walked away. She started going after
her. Trae caught her just in time.
“Tasha, fuck her,” Trae barked. “We are getting ready to enjoy our evening and don’t make me tell you again.” He pushed her
toward the elevator. She knew he was not playing with her. “Chill out, aiight.” He waited until she got herself together.
As soon as they stepped onto the private elevator and the doors closed, they were all over each other. When the doors opened
up, Tasha’s panties were off and stuffed into Trae’s back pocket. He put in the code to their private room and the door popped
open. The smell of vanilla potpourri assaulted their nostrils. Tasha had made sure of that. Their feet sank into the six-inch
plush carpet as Trae kicked the door shut behind them and hit a switch. The lights automatically dimmed and their music came
on.
Tasha headed for the bathroom to freshen up. When she came out she had on a sheer silver sarong, silver star pasties that
covered her nipples, a matching silver thong and a pair of clear six-inch stilettos. Her diamond belly ring reflected the
dim lights. Trae was leaned back in his chair at the foot of the stage. He motioned for her to come to where he was. She kept
going toward the stage.
“I can’t get a lap dance tonight?”
She ignored him and began winding around the pole. Slim 112’s new joint bumped from the speakers. Trae stood there mesmerized
throughout the entire song. He finally grabbed his chair and pulled it close to the stage. He pulled out a stack of bills
and sat down. She seductively untied the sarong, allowing it to fall to the floor, then turned around giving him a nice ass
shot. “Make that ass clap for Daddy. Shit, I’m a paying customer.” He tossed a couple of hundreds onto the platform. She closed
her eyes, feeling the music. It drove him crazy when she ignored him and danced as if she were the only one in the room. Her
fingers ran over her pussy, thighs, abs and tits before tossing the sarong onto the floor, revealing the sexiest body Trae
had ever seen, glistening with glitter.
Now Trae was standing up, ready to put the bills into her G-string.
She bent over slowly, giving him an ass and pussy shot. As Trae slipped a few bills into her G-string he grabbed an ass cheek
and planted a big fat juicy kiss on it. Tasha stood straight up and made it clap and jiggle. She then turned around, putting
her back to the pole, sliding down, squatting and opening her legs. Trae couldn’t take any more. He crawled onto the platform
and had his face in between her thighs. In a flash he had moved that G-string to the side and was tasting her pussy.
As she slid slowly back up the pole, his face stayed glued to the inside of her thighs, until she eased his head away.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he sat down in his chair. She seductively stepped down off her throne and stood in
front of him. He ran his hand up and down her thigh. His eyes glistened as she began to sway to R. Kelly and Public Announcement
begging for that “Honey Love.”
She began grinding on his dick with the intention of giving him a lap dance that he wouldn’t be able to forget. It was obvious
that she was getting that result because he had gripped her thighs and was dry fucking her wet pussy.
Realizing that he was about to nut, he lifted her up and led her to the glass wall. The club was jumping. She placed both
hands on the cool glass wall, bent over and spread her legs. When she looked back his dick was in his hand and he was ready
to put in work.
“C’mon, Daddy. Make this pussy talk to you,” Tasha purred as he slid it inside of her, not stopping until her warmth sucked
him all the way in.
As he stroked they both felt
with our party.”
“Nigga, I will fuck you and that bitch up,” Tasha spat. Her eyes moved to Charli, who had walked away. She started going after
her. Trae caught her just in time.
“Tasha, fuck her,” Trae barked. “We are getting ready to enjoy our evening and don’t make me tell you again.” He pushed her
toward the elevator. She knew he was not playing with her. “Chill out, aiight.” He waited until she got herself together.
As soon as they stepped onto the private elevator and the doors closed, they were all over each other. When the doors opened
up, Tasha’s panties were off and stuffed into Trae’s back pocket. He put in the code to their private room and the door popped
open. The smell of vanilla potpourri assaulted their nostrils. Tasha had made sure of that. Their feet sank into the six-inch
plush carpet as Trae kicked the door shut behind them and hit a switch. The lights automatically dimmed and their music came
on.
Tasha headed for the bathroom to freshen up. When she came out she had on a sheer silver sarong, silver star pasties that
covered her nipples, a matching silver thong and a pair of clear six-inch stilettos. Her diamond belly ring reflected the
dim lights. Trae was leaned back in his chair at the foot of the stage. He motioned for her to come to where he was. She kept
going toward the stage.
“I can’t get a lap dance tonight?”
She ignored him and began winding around the pole. Slim 112’s new joint bumped from the speakers. Trae stood there mesmerized
throughout the entire song. He finally grabbed his chair and pulled it close to the stage. He pulled out a stack of bills
and sat down. She seductively untied the sarong, allowing it to fall to the floor, then turned around giving him a nice ass
shot. “Make that ass clap for Daddy. Shit, I’m a paying customer.” He tossed a couple of hundreds onto the platform. She closed
her eyes, feeling the music. It drove him crazy when she ignored him and danced as if she were the only one in the room. Her
fingers ran over her pussy, thighs, abs and tits before tossing the sarong onto the floor, revealing the sexiest body Trae
had ever seen, glistening with glitter.
Now Trae was standing up, ready to put the bills into her G-string.
She bent over slowly, giving him an ass and pussy shot. As Trae slipped a few bills into her G-string he grabbed an ass cheek
and planted a big fat juicy kiss on it. Tasha stood straight up and made it clap and jiggle. She then turned around, putting
her back to the pole, sliding down, squatting and opening her legs. Trae couldn’t take any more. He crawled onto the platform
and had his face in between her thighs. In a flash he had moved that G-string to the side and was tasting her pussy.
As she slid slowly back up the pole, his face stayed glued to the inside of her thighs, until she eased his head away.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he sat down in his chair. She seductively stepped down off her throne and stood in
front of him. He ran his hand up and down her thigh. His eyes glistened as she began to sway to R. Kelly and Public Announcement
begging for that “Honey Love.”
She began grinding on his dick with the intention of giving him a lap dance that he wouldn’t be able to forget. It was obvious
that she was getting that result because he had gripped her thighs and was dry fucking her wet pussy.
Realizing that he was about to nut, he lifted her up and led her to the glass wall. The club was jumping. She placed both
hands on the cool glass wall, bent over and spread her legs. When she looked back his dick was in his hand and he was ready
to put in work.
“C’mon, Daddy. Make this pussy talk to you,” Tasha purred as he slid it inside of her, not stopping until her warmth sucked
him all the way in.
As he stroked they both felt
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