fit
athletes in the world, Pete obviously hadn’t picked up any of their habits. He was a big bear of a man. His
belly paunch sagged against his tailored shirt and overlapped the top of his pants. As always, he clamped a
cigar between his teeth. As Chula approached, Pete snatched the unlit cigar from his mouth.
Quite the saucy minx, she looped her stocking around Pete’s neck and used it to pull him close. Pete’s
expression was one of embarrassment as she shook her breasts in his face. Laughing, Chula planted a kiss
on his shiny crown and danced away, leaving her stocking draped around Pete’s shoulders and a bright red
lip print on his head.
Back onstage, Chula dropped her garter belt and turned her back on the crowd. Hungrily, Zel and the
spectators watched her unhook her bra. She faced the crowd again but kept the bra pressed to her breasts.
Zel pulsed with a desperate craving to see more of her naked flesh but she refused to alleviate his need. She
continued sassily twisting and bending. Other strippers would have been completely naked by now and
writhing raunchily. That Chula lengthened the tease made him crave her all the more.
Zel fantasized about having her in his bed. God, what he would do with her! He imagined burying his
face between those thick thighs or his cock sliding between her slicked tits. His dick leapt in his pants. He
quickly checked to make sure no one noticed his bulging erection. He was safe. Every eye in the room
trained on Chula.
The room erupted with wild whistling and hollering as Chula threw her bra into the crowd and exposed
her black and hot pink nipple tassels. The music crescendoed as Chula jumped up and down on her toes.
With every hop, her breasts jiggled wildly, the tassels whipping in fast circles. Zel flew to his feet, clapping
and catcalling with the rest of his peers.
Turning her back to the crowd, Chula slowed her body movements as the salsa music morphed into a
sultry tune that conjured visions of a smoky cantina and frantic, sweaty table sex in Zel’s lust-heightened
mind. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her round, tan
globes. Heat surged through his belly as inch by delicious inch of her silky skin was revealed. A glittering
rhinestone thong clung to her ass. Panties around her ankles, she slowly bent forward at the waist and
shook the plump flesh to the delight of her fans.
With a loud smack on her tush, Chula straightened and stepped out of her panties. Those too she flung
into the audience. Yet another scuffle broke out among the men but Zel was oblivious. He couldn’t take his
eyes off the gyrating goddess before him. Tongue against her teeth, she undulated like a belly dancer, one
hand buried in her hair, the other brushing against her stomach. The tiny triangle of sequined fabric barely
covered the hairless apex at the top of her thighs. He desperately prayed it would soon be removed.
Zel’s eyes widened as she picked up a bottle of lotion from the short stand next to the tub. Across the
pulsing throng of patrons, their eyes locked. Rather naughtily, she ran her fingers down the length of the
pearly tube. Her pointed tongue flicked across the top. His cock throbbed as if she’d just licked the head.
Rubbing the tube between her luscious breasts, she popped the lid and squeezed the bottle so hard, white
lotion shot all over her breasts. The symbolism wasn’t lost on Zel or the rest of the clamoring crowd.
Wearing that dreamy, sexy expression, Chula looked like a woman thoroughly debauched. She
carelessly dropped the bottle and rubbed the creamy lotion down her gently curved belly. Ever so
cautiously, she climbed into the bathtub. Armed with a dripping sponge, she dribbled water down her front
before lathering the lotion covering her skin. As it foamed, Zel realized it was body wash.
Quite indecently, Chula soaped her body. Zel imagined his hands roaming her slick skin, his
athletes in the world, Pete obviously hadn’t picked up any of their habits. He was a big bear of a man. His
belly paunch sagged against his tailored shirt and overlapped the top of his pants. As always, he clamped a
cigar between his teeth. As Chula approached, Pete snatched the unlit cigar from his mouth.
Quite the saucy minx, she looped her stocking around Pete’s neck and used it to pull him close. Pete’s
expression was one of embarrassment as she shook her breasts in his face. Laughing, Chula planted a kiss
on his shiny crown and danced away, leaving her stocking draped around Pete’s shoulders and a bright red
lip print on his head.
Back onstage, Chula dropped her garter belt and turned her back on the crowd. Hungrily, Zel and the
spectators watched her unhook her bra. She faced the crowd again but kept the bra pressed to her breasts.
Zel pulsed with a desperate craving to see more of her naked flesh but she refused to alleviate his need. She
continued sassily twisting and bending. Other strippers would have been completely naked by now and
writhing raunchily. That Chula lengthened the tease made him crave her all the more.
Zel fantasized about having her in his bed. God, what he would do with her! He imagined burying his
face between those thick thighs or his cock sliding between her slicked tits. His dick leapt in his pants. He
quickly checked to make sure no one noticed his bulging erection. He was safe. Every eye in the room
trained on Chula.
The room erupted with wild whistling and hollering as Chula threw her bra into the crowd and exposed
her black and hot pink nipple tassels. The music crescendoed as Chula jumped up and down on her toes.
With every hop, her breasts jiggled wildly, the tassels whipping in fast circles. Zel flew to his feet, clapping
and catcalling with the rest of his peers.
Turning her back to the crowd, Chula slowed her body movements as the salsa music morphed into a
sultry tune that conjured visions of a smoky cantina and frantic, sweaty table sex in Zel’s lust-heightened
mind. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her round, tan
globes. Heat surged through his belly as inch by delicious inch of her silky skin was revealed. A glittering
rhinestone thong clung to her ass. Panties around her ankles, she slowly bent forward at the waist and
shook the plump flesh to the delight of her fans.
With a loud smack on her tush, Chula straightened and stepped out of her panties. Those too she flung
into the audience. Yet another scuffle broke out among the men but Zel was oblivious. He couldn’t take his
eyes off the gyrating goddess before him. Tongue against her teeth, she undulated like a belly dancer, one
hand buried in her hair, the other brushing against her stomach. The tiny triangle of sequined fabric barely
covered the hairless apex at the top of her thighs. He desperately prayed it would soon be removed.
Zel’s eyes widened as she picked up a bottle of lotion from the short stand next to the tub. Across the
pulsing throng of patrons, their eyes locked. Rather naughtily, she ran her fingers down the length of the
pearly tube. Her pointed tongue flicked across the top. His cock throbbed as if she’d just licked the head.
Rubbing the tube between her luscious breasts, she popped the lid and squeezed the bottle so hard, white
lotion shot all over her breasts. The symbolism wasn’t lost on Zel or the rest of the clamoring crowd.
Wearing that dreamy, sexy expression, Chula looked like a woman thoroughly debauched. She
carelessly dropped the bottle and rubbed the creamy lotion down her gently curved belly. Ever so
cautiously, she climbed into the bathtub. Armed with a dripping sponge, she dribbled water down her front
before lathering the lotion covering her skin. As it foamed, Zel realized it was body wash.
Quite indecently, Chula soaped her body. Zel imagined his hands roaming her slick skin, his
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