friends circle us, stuffing bills in the top of my pants. She rips my shirt off and begins clawing at my chest. I grab each of her wrists and pull them above her head while gently shaking my head from side to side. And of course like any greedy rich bitch, she sticks out her bottom lip to pout. This is when I lay it on thick; grinding on her, rubbing my chest, abs, and cock up against her clothed body.
Her friends howl and keep throwing the money in my direction. A loud ruckus catches my attention, so I turn around giving my customer a close view of my clothed ass. I grab her raised arms and wrap them around my waist placing her hands on the button of my jeans. Her friends cheer, approving of my move.
I snag one of her friends in front of me, raise my hands over my head, and begin air fucking her as my pants are pulled down to my ankles. I feel my ass cheeks being exposed, but keep dancing and letting the money rain down. The cheers become louder and louder. My curiosity peaks and I scour the club to find out what in the hell is going on or who is going down.
When I look over to Ava’s wild table of females, it’s not the bride to be getting the lap dance, but Ava. Oliver has his crotch embedded in her cleavage, dry humping the shit out of it. He then high fives Rhett, who’s on Darby. They both jump up on the chairs, planting their feet on either side of the women’s ass cheeks and continue to dance while practically face fucking the women.
The vein in my neck pops. Anger rushes through my bloodstream watching Oliver touch her. He grips the back of her head, bobbing her face in and out. Ava’s knuckles are turning white. Her grip on the edge of the seat is noticeable as her level of comfort grows out of control, but the fucking rookie doesn’t pick up on it.
Rhett and Darby are one step away from tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking on the club floor. The swarm of older women around me grows needier, beginning to pull and tug on my boxers. I grind back on the woman in her seat and pull down my boxers so my v-line and the top of my pubic bone are exposed.
I check back in on Ava and we make eye contact. The look in her eyes nearly brings me to a stop. It’s indefinable. I’m not sure if it’s disappointment or jealousy. She studies each of my movements as I grind on anything near me and it only takes moments for me to realize its disappointment and sadness. Under her stare, it’s the first time I feel dirty.
She may taste like gourmet and looks like fine china, but I don’t deserve her and never will. It hurts, but I finally break eye contact and figure what the fuck. I’m already in trouble with Ross, so what the fuck!
I pry my hand away from the hip of one of the ladies and pull my boxers all the way down until everything is exposed. A quick glance over to Ava kills me. The same apprehensive expression plasters her face, but this time her eyes focus in on me. It doesn’t take long before she takes in the entire nasty scene playing out before her eyes.
My attention is so absorbed in her dark brown eyes it’s not until I feel lips brushing against the head of my cock that I react, jerking back. Immediately, I zip up my jeans and go back to dancing. A quick survey of the club assures my nerves that the neither bouncers nor Ross saw a thing that just went down.
Their attention is locked in on Ava’s table and the rowdy bunch groping Rhett and Oliver. Rhett’s busy pleasing the crowd and raking in the greens, but Oliver has a different agenda. He’s full up on Ava and she’s resisting to the point of not enjoying the show. My gut somersaults and I’m not sure if she’s disgusted with Oliver or the show I just put on. Without delay, I regret it all when the look of pain and hopelessness takes over Ava.
It’s the same reaction I saw earlier today at the pizza restaurant. The same one that fueled me to go ape shit wild on a stranger and beat the ever-living fuck out of him. I wrap up the
Her friends howl and keep throwing the money in my direction. A loud ruckus catches my attention, so I turn around giving my customer a close view of my clothed ass. I grab her raised arms and wrap them around my waist placing her hands on the button of my jeans. Her friends cheer, approving of my move.
I snag one of her friends in front of me, raise my hands over my head, and begin air fucking her as my pants are pulled down to my ankles. I feel my ass cheeks being exposed, but keep dancing and letting the money rain down. The cheers become louder and louder. My curiosity peaks and I scour the club to find out what in the hell is going on or who is going down.
When I look over to Ava’s wild table of females, it’s not the bride to be getting the lap dance, but Ava. Oliver has his crotch embedded in her cleavage, dry humping the shit out of it. He then high fives Rhett, who’s on Darby. They both jump up on the chairs, planting their feet on either side of the women’s ass cheeks and continue to dance while practically face fucking the women.
The vein in my neck pops. Anger rushes through my bloodstream watching Oliver touch her. He grips the back of her head, bobbing her face in and out. Ava’s knuckles are turning white. Her grip on the edge of the seat is noticeable as her level of comfort grows out of control, but the fucking rookie doesn’t pick up on it.
Rhett and Darby are one step away from tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking on the club floor. The swarm of older women around me grows needier, beginning to pull and tug on my boxers. I grind back on the woman in her seat and pull down my boxers so my v-line and the top of my pubic bone are exposed.
I check back in on Ava and we make eye contact. The look in her eyes nearly brings me to a stop. It’s indefinable. I’m not sure if it’s disappointment or jealousy. She studies each of my movements as I grind on anything near me and it only takes moments for me to realize its disappointment and sadness. Under her stare, it’s the first time I feel dirty.
She may taste like gourmet and looks like fine china, but I don’t deserve her and never will. It hurts, but I finally break eye contact and figure what the fuck. I’m already in trouble with Ross, so what the fuck!
I pry my hand away from the hip of one of the ladies and pull my boxers all the way down until everything is exposed. A quick glance over to Ava kills me. The same apprehensive expression plasters her face, but this time her eyes focus in on me. It doesn’t take long before she takes in the entire nasty scene playing out before her eyes.
My attention is so absorbed in her dark brown eyes it’s not until I feel lips brushing against the head of my cock that I react, jerking back. Immediately, I zip up my jeans and go back to dancing. A quick survey of the club assures my nerves that the neither bouncers nor Ross saw a thing that just went down.
Their attention is locked in on Ava’s table and the rowdy bunch groping Rhett and Oliver. Rhett’s busy pleasing the crowd and raking in the greens, but Oliver has a different agenda. He’s full up on Ava and she’s resisting to the point of not enjoying the show. My gut somersaults and I’m not sure if she’s disgusted with Oliver or the show I just put on. Without delay, I regret it all when the look of pain and hopelessness takes over Ava.
It’s the same reaction I saw earlier today at the pizza restaurant. The same one that fueled me to go ape shit wild on a stranger and beat the ever-living fuck out of him. I wrap up the
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