Billionaire Surrogate Stripper

ONAIRE'S

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ith a cheerful smile she walked ove

e good care of you. You just have to flow and throw caution to the wind and

s. She wore hand jewellery that was made wit

e to me

guys!” Eunice announced, sounding impatient,

to where she stood. She brought out a pink thong, duc

guys later.” Anna walked out

one. I could see the reflection of how half-naked I looked at the mirror but dam

a in full flesh.” Eunic

nks?” I gulped, she

ve me a tiny bottle of vodka. I took it and gulped it down at a go. It

we both walked hand in hand to

inner Beyoncé came into play. I was pretty high

or what I looked like. My boobs were out, except for

iding from the up to bottom and warmth rushed through my blood as the music blaste

d it in movies, and Eunice has always talked about how po

eyes roaming and picturing from the corner of my eyes as most men stared at

ass stood out proudly. Most of the men had their jaws wide

out, but my nipples were still covered in duct tapes. I circled the pole

form of confidence. I flung at the pole, and began to dan

Sexy!

cheers from the crowd, and at t

m and that’s what I’m doing. I took my

unced real good. I circled them and u

them, I was shuffling in between twerking,

simply lovemaking at the pole, I held o

rs to my thong as though I wanted to get them off and their eyes lit in wanton lust licking their lips to s

d my tongue rolled out, and I gave a le

f booze filtered through the air, with l

pectators, and cute guys who fixe

ir poles. They were good seductive dancers, bu

et the s

om the spectators like wolves ready to ravish me senseless I

on my ass cheeks, I brought a chair fo

m, he looked tense so I placed my h

relaxed, while my ass twerked

I could feel his penile member, be

e in contact with his member, I groun