His tongue teased my nipple and lips engulfed the hardened nub. “Yeah,” he replied breathlessly. Chapter Two
The door slammed into the wall as we came into the apartment. I kept bucking, meeting his tongue. He thrusted forward and slammed the full length of his dick into my pussy. My pussy didn’t moisten until I made physical contact–riding on a lap or hands feeling me up. “Relax.”
“I’m trying to,” he replied. He sat on the couch with the same posture he had in the booth. My colleague brought his wife. “Do me a favor and make me one of those.” I looked at my mark, contemplating the perfect approach. “No, thanks.”
I leaned back, resting my back against the cushion. “You know. After working the room and myself, I was more than ready to give this guy a lap dance to remember.
