Washing dishes with naughty Mimi

“That’s better.” I smiled. Youporn Damn, rang in my ears. Ryan was the lucky fuck who got to complete his fantasy and fuck a black girl. Ryan was the lucky fuck who got to complete his fantasy and fuck a black girl. “You look like you could use another one,” I said, placing the glass next to a half-empty drink. To loosen up. The private rooms were like the front minus the pole and the feeling everyone was watching you get off unless you were into that shit. His hands glided down shirt, releasing buttons one by one. My hand rested on the back of his head as I rode his face. “Thanks,” I said, picking up the drink. The last thing we need is to get busted.”
I looked into his eyes. I pulled my top over my head and unhooked my bra, flinging it to the floor. My pussy didn’t moisten until I made physical contact–riding on a lap or hands feeling me up. As much as I wanted to be fucked, I wanted to wrap my lips around a shaft. I pushed him off me and got on my knees. At three o’clock in the morning, I’d hear a lot of shit from my neighbors in the morning, but at this moment I didn’t care. He gave off the scent of a cop and appeared like an undercover rookie. “How much?”
I placed my hand on his thigh. He came to the right place, only it’d take more than watching girls popping their pussies on stage.