a

out of my es

and if I don't do as he says, I might as well say goodbye to my

es, bo

my lips, I'm already at the

own VIP behind this door, or the scary e

nce and walk away. No one will force you

y, trying to co

ock

ock

d knock, the do

boss. With a heavy heart, I step into the private room - my

e words to describe the room. Even though it's

ght just retire as a stripper and

brings me back to my senses, and I

edge of the enormous sofa, h

god! Men should not look t

serve you tonight." I recover my wits and r

oks, the music starts, and I know I need to g

eye contact with him - yet, I feel

it my teeth and start dancing, goosebumps forming on my body. I hope thi

every secret move I know, secretly hoping I do not piss off this ki

't m

ound around the pole and my right leg resting above my head

le, as I keep still, waiting for him to give the com

zzz

o

have seen a ghost. My pussy is on full display, and I'm scared out of my wits. Why the

n position, sending the wrong signal. My body is trem

ssy makes me feel a strange sensatio

n his eyes, my blood runs c

ve zippers between the thighs. That place covers the stripper's pussy, and o

get down to business. Meanwhile, the disinterested on

e's not the former. He hasn't flinched since I starte

want a la

self with difficulty, wobbling toward him

as already loosened his belt, and there is absolutely

hat it's all a misunderstanding and get out of here? No. What if t

s thighs. I don't get to position myself properly,

hmm!

moan? Why

, parting them widely, as his middle finger carelessly grazes my

I'm supposed to be resisti

... Mm

electricity run through my body, and

ng my virgin cunt further. Deeper. Harder. I want him

aa

ching my back and spreading my legs wid

if it's for only a moment, b

e wants, but I don't dare touch him. No matter how frustrated I

pressions because my back is towards

every fibre of my body itches for

ah

feeling is magical. When I want to relish in it

ance, lit

mhm

en further. But one thing I know is that I must do whatever

me to to

natural thing to say. Like a starved slut, I bob m

ouch, I feel a hard

uc

did he hit me like that? It's as if he ca

h and speak when I

a!

as earlier. It's as if he calculated everything and landed t

m, jolting fro

that I'm feeling emotions so foreign to my body, and then he inflict

ve act, I might just end up like that str

, I'

e the air-conditioning further

sly. Thinking it's my punishment, I want to apologize again, on

t o