We chatted for a few minutes. She was a certified public accountant and strikingly beautiful. I zeroed in on her loneliness and being in the bar by he...self. I was about to ask her to step out and get a bite to eat, when her dinner date showed up. Frustrated at having wasted about an hour and half trying to pick up a date, I decided to hit a local strip club. The neon sign outside read “table dances, ten dollars, fifty girls.” I paid the buxomly door gal the cover costs and stepped into the dark. She'd always told herself that she only ever did it for the money. Each filmed action, often identical ones to those she'd do for free with the same co-stars away from the camera, was worth money. It was foolish not to perform when just a little bit of anal or urine made such dramatic differences to her pay packet, and took such little time to film. But the very thought of putting Michael's penis back into her mouth, where the taste on her tongue was still so vivid, was enough to make Sophie. When that time came, I again held her by her shoulder and tried to move her back, but then she changed her sitting position a bit, sat on her knees and put her entire left hand over my chest and pushed me back on the sofa, the right hand, and her mouth still on my dick and took full control of me.She kept sucking and stroking at the same time. My cum rushed out of my dick with extreme force and she put my dick straight on her face and kept stroking and moaning like a crazy woman. I had a huge. He could feel her trimmed hairs tickle down there and wiggled until they slid together like a hotdog in a bun. Lauren drew lazy circles on his back with her fingertips. Josh kept his hands in her hair, tracing her shoulders and neck while they recovered.“This feels so good,” Lauren sighed.“Squishing you?”Lauren raised an eyebrow at him and rocked her hips so his half-erect cock slid through her soft lower lips. “No, this.”He wasn’t inside her, just slipping along the outside. Incredibly, she.