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Velvet Charms

We're cloaked in shadows, our private room carved out in the pulsating heart of the strip club. The music pulses; a primal beat seduces my body into sinuous motion. His hungry eyes devour my body.

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He sprawls, an unapologetic invitation in the way he commands the couch, his arms languidly stretched like a king surveying his court.


His smile meets mine.


Champagne bubbles fizz through my veins, a heady cocktail of desire and recklessness.


We're cloaked in shadows, our own private room carved out in the pulsating heart of the strip club.


The music pulses, a primal beat that seduces my body into sinuous motion.


He watches with a hint of roguish charm. 


His hungry eyes devour my body.


In my dance of seduction, I sway, a serpentine enchantress, each movement an intentional brush against him.


My smile, a beacon of mischief, mirrors his - a tacit agreement in this game of sensual pursuit.


The heat of his form against mine is a delicious pressure against the thin fabric of my thong.


He looks upon my body with an intoxicating blend of raw need and playful exploration.


I stand and continue my little sexy dance. 


I lift my leg onto his seat, gyrating towards his face.


 He stares into my crotch as if he's expecting a midget is going to jump out and maybe suck him off.


With a flourish, my leg descends back to the carpet as I twirl. 


I bend forward, a deliberate offering, my ass a tantalizing inch from his gaze.


It's a bold move. 


My curves are an explicit invitation etched in the dim light. 


The air between us is charged, thick with desire, as I present myself unabashedly, an audacious temptress beckoning him into our shared fantasy. 


I bend my knees and bring my ass to his crotch.


His cock is hard as steel against my ass.


Grinding and teasing as I grip his cock between my ass cheeks through his sweatpants. 


Seizing his hands, I guide them, weaving his arms around me in an intimate embrace. 


Leaning back, I become an extension of him, allowing him a panoramic view of my form from above. 


The contours of my body are an open landscape under his gaze.


I feel the subtle shift in his embrace, a gentle tightening - a silent testament to his growing desire.


Then, with playful defiance, I release his arms, laying them back on the couch, symbolic of my control.


I stand, an empress of temptation, weaving a trail of yearning in the air.


I descend, a goddess, before him. 


My hands, agents of seduction, find their place upon his chest, a territory of unspoken desires. 


My breasts are at his crotch. 


His smile fades, replaced by a heavy-lidded gaze that speaks volumes of the hunger within.


My breasts, now instruments of desire, traverse his form with intention. 


Each stroke, each caress, is a whisper of temptation, tracing paths of fiery arousal across his crotch as my hands roam against his chest, across his nipples, and down his stomach.


 I flick out my tongue seductively, and I smile up at him.


Rising, I turn and then bend forward, clapping my ass to the beat before him, charting a course through the terrain of his desire.


I turn to face him and descend gracefully onto his lap, a seamless fusion of our bodies.


With my breasts inches from his face...from his mouth, a palpable shift occurs.


His super stiff cock is at my crotch.


The rhythm of his breath alters, each inhale a testament to his heightened awareness. 


His focus on my body is laser-like.


Seated on his throne of desire, I become the center of his universe, every curve and contour under his rapt attention.


In a fluid motion, I rise and turn once more.


 I slide my ass along his chest as I lower to his lap. 

I can now feel him thrust slightly to meet my gyration. 


His arousal rises as his rhythm begins to outpace mine.


My customer's satisfaction is my ultimate embodiment of their fantasies.


Unbound by the rhythm of the music, I create my own tempo, a fierce and unrestrained symphony of movement. 


My body becomes a whirlwind of passion, each motion faster, more intense.


Every twist and turn is an unspoken vow never to disappoint, to push the boundaries of our dance into the realm of ecstasy.


Matching his pace, I grip his cock tightly between my ass cheeks.


At this moment, the boundary between us blurs…


In the closeness of our dance, the warm gust of his breath, heavy with desire, plays along my skin.


I lean back into him, wrapping his arms around me once more, his hand beneath my own.


He grips my boob tightly as he finishes.


Grateful for the condom he wears inside his pants, I slide off his lap and pour another drink as he composes himself.

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