His voice could have melted the paint right off the building. When I turned around to see who was talking to me, my eyes lit on the most amazing looking man. Blue eyes, brown hair, lips that looked like a bow with the string drawn. But, the most amazing part was the massive tent that was barely missing my hip. He whispered to me that he wanted a private dance, flashing me a wad of bills. Baby, I dragged him back to the closest private room, pushed him down, and just climbed on. I knew he wasn’t here for a dance, and he knew that I knew. There was no cause for pretense. His hands ripped at my clothes as my hands tore his own off. His cock slid into me the moment our clothes were ripped away, and he thrust up into me like his life depended on it. His arms wrapped around me and held me close, our mouths met again and again, all the while we fucked like we were dying, and the other person was the only thing keeping us alive.
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