? Steffi used to be anexotic dancer?? ?A stripper?interrupted the pragmatic Steffi. Her chest heaved slightly as she giggled, andGiles watched hypnot...zed as? the brightblue top bounced. He imagined her on one of those little tables, waving hercrotch and shaking a thigh strapped with dollar bills. ?Anyways?Ken continued with a severe glance at his impudent wife, ? One night? We?reengaged six months, and I?m coming by to pick her up at the Pink Peaches? ?That?s the club, I was in the Air Force,. Sorry for any mistakes. U can send me ur feedback on hangouts or gmail at Now coming to the story. The girl of the story is Nidhi. She used to live adjacent to my house. And she was a bomb. She had dark hair that fell to her shoulders and fair complexion that contrasted it. She used to wear tight tee shirts that accentuated her shapely boobs and she had great flawless thighs. But she rarely wore shorts at home and I rarely got chance to admire them. Nidhi and I were good friends and used to. She straddled my hips, grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. "This is for you!"She sat down on my dick and squeezed. Her pussy was on fire! Involuntarily I bucked my hips upward trying to escape the heat. She rose up, leaving only the head inside and then slammed down again. I groaned in pleasure as she became a wild woman, fucking me with abandon. It took me a few seconds to realize that my hand was still holding my camera. I turned to look at it and I caught a glimpse of. She is looking awesome with a pink bra and jeans. I can see her black panty over her jeans. She was nervous, and I moved her hair aside and kissed her on the neck. I moved my hands on her sexy waist and slowly kissed her neck. Her hands were started to rub my hands, and she started to groan.I moved my hands down, removed her button, and unzipped her jeans. I touched her panty, and it was wet. She was not stopping me and allowing me to touch her panty.Her moans were like, “Madhan, no. Please, I.