She swallowed, her body shaking with need, her pussy clenching around nothing. “Marcus,” he said, standing. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white as she imagined herself on those screens, her tiny body engulfed by black flesh, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate a thick, pulsating cock. She followed, her heart pounding, her body aching, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. He came around the counter, his body towering over her. Once inside the club, he looked at her and told her to get on stage and start, he would relieve her in a moment. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. They climbed onto the stage, their eyes locked onto Kayla, their mouths curved in hungry smiles. Marcus leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
