You slid deeply into me and one hand moved from my shoulder to my hair, weaving itself through it, all your senses taking over, you knew that pulling ...y hair would hurt with the most wonderful pain, a pain that I needed to feel, a pain that I bear for you. I moaned loudly as you plunged into me hard, wanting to feel you explode deeply inside me, knowing that I too would orgasm once more, for you. That I would give you all I had left. Your movements got harder and faster and I felt a drop of. They moved as if there was one mind controlling them. They mirrored each other, they turned together, and their moves .Oh! Their moves! We didn't believe that women could move like that! You'd think that they'd spent their entire lives just getting down the moves. Every man in the Playhouse was completely entranced. And really turned on! But noone made any rude noises, or catcalls. The girls danced to the music and to their silent fans.After what seemed like only seconds, the music stopped, and. He usually only did that when he was facing someone directly, or they'd been briefed ahead of time. So he continued with his original plan.He figured he wasn't going to be any less conspicuous, and already the people around were growing bored with watching him, so he turned and motioned for the girls behind him to follow as he headed to the outer hallway where they'd have a little more privacy.Alex was growing tired of trying to escape who he was. If he drew too much attention they'd find a way. Eventually, I felt her pushing her rear back into me, rubbing my semi-hard cock in the crack of her arse where it had settled.“Morning,” she said, dreamily.“Morning.”“I wish...” She tried to turn her head to look at me but couldn’t move it far enough. Instead, she shuffled around to face me. She placed her hand on my cheek and said, “I wish I could wake up like this with you every day.”I smiled. “I’d like that too.”She sighed. “This is all I want, Paul. Yours is already the last voice I hear at.