Step Mom is an Escort but Wants to Fuck Me First

Step Mom is an Escort but Wants to Fuck Me First I look up at her, my eyes taking in her curves and the way her breasts seem to spill out of her top. One that I think you’ll find… The stage is dimly lit, with a single spotlight casting a warm glow on the dancer. It’s late fall in the Midwest. Her gaze is intense, as if she’s trying to see right through me, to the very soul of my being. It’s been a couple of hours since I left the doctor’s office. It’s an older car that still has the manual driving feature. I want her to be my equal, my partner.”

The succubus’s frown deepens, her lips curling downward in a gesture of disappointment. “Sorry, gramps. The music seems to grow louder, the beat pulsating through my chest as I take a seat at the stage. You would have thought they’d have figured out a way by now, equal rights and all… I glance around the club, taking in the other dancers. “Aren’t you supposed to be the evil ones?”

“That’s what the other side would like you to think,” she mused. unwarranted. But instead of Angela, there is a buxom redhead all dressed in a leather corset sitting in a chair. She takes a step closer to me, her eyes locked on mine with an unnerving intensity. I think back to the doctor’s office, the sterile smell and the antiseptic tone of the doctor’s voice. “But first, let’s have some more privacy,” she says. I don’t know how it got to be that late, I should probably head home.