Wicked Rhianna 1-844-332-2639 x 253 & Lusty Olivia 1-844-332-2639 x 226

“Oh no, I’m not that type of girl,” she said blushing. “Every girl is that type of girl”, I answered…”given the opportunity.” Then I took her by the hand and said, “C’mon let’s dance.”

The clubs patrons parted like the Red Sea as I took my hotter than Georgia ashphalt Southern babe out onto the dance floor. Even the strippers on the stage stopped to watch. And Olivia and I slowly, sensuously ground our bodies together. We began to tongue fuck as the music boomed through the speakers, through our bodies.

When the song ended, I again grabbed her by the hand and led her to one of the private rooms. She was breathing heavily as I threw onto one of the leather couches.

“You know,” she said in her sexy southern lilt as her long, luscious blonde hair spilled over her shoulders,  “I’ve … I’ve never done this sorta thing before.”

My face, my mouth, inched closer to hers. Then my  lips grazed the soft skin of her cheek. I felt her perfect body shudder as the tips of my fingers caressed her inner-thighs. “Oh holy hell…That feels …”

My fingers had made contact with the center of her sexual being.

I felt her inviting wetness beckon me to take things further. Not that I needed permission. Because what I want … I take! And at that moment I wanted her. That long blonde hair, big blue eyes and that babe in the woods, deer in the headlights act … she got me sooo fuckin hot….

 

I purred in her ear….

“Get ready for the wildest night of your life.”

But wait … let’s rewind a little, to earlier in the evening. For the past few weeks I had a steady diet of cock. Seriously, it was cock, cock, cock, cock and more cock, and I was starting to feel my sapphic urges grow greater and greater.

In other words, I needed to dive tongue first in some pussy. The hotter and juicer the better.

Taking the night off, I threw on most sluttastic outfit, paired it with some come eat-me pumps and hopped into my Camaro and drove fast onto the highway. The night air was cool and crisp and in the vastness of the darkened L.A sky I saw endless possibilities of perversion and kink.

Yes, I was out to score some twat and I wasn’t about to take “no” for an answer. The night belonged to me!

I stopped at Grinders, an off the beaten path strip club and an old haunt of mine. Once inside, I ordered up a few Jack and Cokes and watched the show unfold on the stage.

Immediately I felt disappointment. Because, the girls were sexy but they had no sense of eroticism, no sense of movement. And they weren’t working the stage, the stage was working them. I thought to myself, “This town deserves a better class of stripper.” 

“Another drink, babe?” a waitress asked. I turned and almost did a double take before I gave her my order.

She was soooo fuckin hot, I knew I had to make a move. As she walked off I watched her hot ass bounce beneath her skin tight black dress. Oh yes please, I thought. I want a slice of that sweet Southern peach!

When she came back with my drink, I asked her name. She told me it was Olivia. But all friends call her “Liv”. She had the sexiest southern accent too, which added to her hotness. Oh yeah, I just had to have some of that.

“Why don’t you stay and have a few drinks with me?”

“Oh no honey, I’m workin’ you know. My boss won’t take too kindly of me not pullin’ my weight.”

“Your boss,” I said, “is an old friend of mine. Trust me, he won’t mind.”

After convincing her of the weight I carried with her loser of a boss, we found ourselves a table near the back of the club. I order us a few more drinks and got her life story.

“Why are you serving drinks,” I asked.

“A hot little piece like you, you should be on that stage.”

“Time to get juicy baby,” I said, letting my clothes fall to the floor and stepping out of my shoes. She backed away as I advanced. “Don’t fight it. I know you want me.”

 

A fire ignited in her as I went down on her, savouring every facet of her hot pussy.

She screamed with delight as I rubbed my feet onto her twat, letting a few of my toes enter her. “Now taste yourself off my toes,” I ordered. She gobbled them up like a beast, licking every last drop of her cunt juice from the tips of my toes.

“Bring those tits over here,” I said, pulling her up towards me, my mouth sucking her nipples like my life depended on it.

When it came time for her turn to go to work on me, she took to it like a pro. “Mmm you taste sweeter than Mama’s homemade apple pie.”

“Don’t forget my asshole,” I said.

“Oh don’t worry, I never do,” she said. “I love eating ass.”

“Wait what, I thought you never …”

“Oh please honey. That’s just the act I put on when I want to get me some girly action. Hell…” she laughed wickedly. “I don’t even work here.”

“Well, hot damn,” I said. “You really had me going there.”

“Honey do you mind if we finish this conversation after I tongue fuck you?”

“Of course not,” I said.

I mean, who was I to argue??!

 

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