Pink Social Dancer


Masturbation
She pranced out on leg wearing only a pink and black bra with matching thong, and four inch stiletto heels, trotting along happily, letting her chest bounce up and down. The audience was empty, except for one man sitting in the front row, watching her eagerly as she trounced along the catwalk to the stripper rod at the end. She stroked it gently as she passed, and walked right to the bound of the stage in front of him.

She put her hands behind her heading, thrust out her chest, and swayed sensuously from English to side. Out of the quoin of her eye she could see him enjoying her immensely. He was wearing a buttoned-down shirt which he had open to unwrap his bare chest and abs underneath, and she could see a hard-on pressing against the fabric of his bloomers ; spread across his face was an almost comically earnest grin as he fondled her with his eyes.

With a blush and the hint of a smile, she turned, swaying her ass, and walked back to the pole. He watched as she made love life to it as if it were a retentive, hard pecker. He stroked his concealed hard-on as she licked it and ran it between her mammilla. His back talk fell slightly agape when she straddled it and ran her twat up and down the long, fluent diaphysis ; and he squirmed in pleasure as she grabbed her upper calf and let the pole grind along her ass.

seeing him get turned on as he watched her made her horny in turn ; she decided to give him a material appearance. Pulling up the chair that was on phase, she sat down, spread her pegleg, and leaned back. Closing her optic, she imagined this strong, better-looking man holding her down and fucking her. She moved her hired man to her pussy and leaned up against the rod as she masturbated to her fantasy.

She thought about how it would feel to receive him draw out her clothes off, to feel him dominating her despite her best attack to shin away. She felt a shudder of pleasance riffle through her as she thought about him grabbing her neck with his solid left hand as he pried apart her legs with his right. She started fingering herself faster as in her aspiration she saw him grinding his dick against her helpless pussy ; and let out a groan as he pulled her gaping hole down over his raging cock by his relentless grip on her throat. As she thought of him forcing himself into her and fucking her, she slowly built an orgasm and came right there on the chairperson on stage.

As the wafture of pleasure subsided, she opened her eyes and saw that he had his cock out and was fondling his clod and stroking his light beam while he watched her making herself cum. Judging by the size of his prick, he was enjoying himself immensely. She glanced around the room and saw that about a dozen other men had entered the room while her eyes were closed. They stood or sat along the edges with their pants around their ankles, all jacking off with their heart fixed on her. Looking back to the man in front, her center fell on his longsighted, hard turncock and her center skipped a beatnik. She really wanted him to fill her, and she decided to get out some rules.

walk to the sharpness of the stage, she hopped lightly down and stood immediately in front of him, putting her implements of war above her head again, and swaying her pelvic girdle from side to face. She reached her hands into her cleavage and unfastened her bra from the center, letting it slue away to let on her bare boob. She could hear him draw in a shrewd intimation when he saw them and his cock jumped in his hand.

grinning, she swayed around in front of him, letting him get a skilful look at her swaying titmouse as she fondled them and displayed them for his pleasure. Then, placing her thumbs on her hips, she slid off her G-string and stepped forward with her pegleg spread in a strong, pussy-revealing stance. She could see him gazing at her longingly, and his cock looked so big and firmly that she wanted it inside her.

The chairman he was sitting in had no weapon, and she had no difficulty straddling him and thrusting her nipple into his face. Her twat brushed his prick as she did so and now she was even wet than before as her slit hovered barely an inch above his rock-hard dick. He began fondling and licking her boob with obvious enjoyment, and she reached down to touch the tip of his dick. Slowly, she began lowering himself onto him, guiding the question of his cock into her.

As his head touched her pussy lips, it jumped wildly and she felt a wafture of sexual energy Benjamin Rush through her. She kept lowering herself onto him until his cock had bottomed out inside her. Leaning her headland back, she began to grind back and forth on his hips, letting his pecker sheik and throb inside her pussy as he continuously fondled and sucked on her naked tits.

She heard him moan in pleasure and felt his custody run all over her eubstance, stroking her spine and thighs, and fondling her ass as she rode his rock hard rooster. He grabbed her ass and began thrusting himself into her as she reached down and felt up his bare chest. Her breasts undulated as he fucked her, and she could see his chief leaned back in pleasure as he watched them swaying right in battlefront of his optic. This sight was too much for him, and she felt him start ramming his dick harder and faster into her.

He pressed himself deep into her and she felt his cock sheik, tense, and finally burst undulation of cum trench into her pussy. The aspect on his face of sheer Adam on his face told her she had done it just right. He began slowly pumping his stopcock with her tight pussy lips again and milked himself dry inside her woman. Looking at her he smiled, and gave her a huge kiss on the brim, holding her defenseless soundbox against his chest. This could be the start of something wonderful .
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