Sara Blonde Fucks Her Boyfriend’s Best Friend

A short while later, a pretty young waitress in a low-cut top walks over and collects my glass. “Angela would like to know if you want a private dance,” she says, her voice soft and sultry. She takes a deep breath, and then begins to dance, her movements slow and sensual. “Aren’t you supposed to be the evil ones?”

“That’s what the other side would like you to think,” she mused. Souls don’t have feelings… She gives me a quick smile, and she begins to crawl over to him, her movements slow and sensual. The same pink-haired dancer from before is on stage. I take a deep breath and run my fingers over her soft skin again, this time tracing the outline of her pussy lips. Having completed the transformation, she sits down in the chair and motions for me to sit on the couch opposite.