His To Claim!!!
a
out of my es
and if I don’t do as he says, I might as well say goodbye to my
s, 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
words to describe the room. Even though it’s d
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
ve you tonight.” I recover my wits and rec
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
ile, as I keep still, waiting for him to give the c
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
ussy makes me feel a strange sensat
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
he’s not the former. He hasn’t flinched since I star
want a la
self with difficulty, wobbling toward him
as already loosened his belt, and there is absolutely
that it’s all a misunderstanding and get out of here? No. What if
is thighs. I don’t get to position myself properly
hmm!
moan? Why
parting them widely, as his middle finger carelessly grazes my p
I’m supposed to be resisti
h… Mm
electricity run through my body, a
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