My supple flesh glistened as the stage lights bathed my body in a deep crimson. Sauntering seductively across the stage, my nubile form slithered onto the stripper pole as my lacy bra fell to the ground.
Letting the music wash over me, my thighs wrapped tightly around the pole as my insides began to quiver with lust knowing that a sea of hungry eyes were watching, taking in every perfect inch. Wanting me, wanting to be with me, to ravage me, to fuck me!
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I am his fantasy girl. And he squirmed on the bed as the soft, lubed palm of my left hand slowly stroked his pulsating cock. Yeah, I am his fantasy girl, his every masturbatory dream come to life.
“Please Rhianna,” he begged. “I can’t take any more. I need to cum.”
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I knocked lightly at the door of the penthouse suite of the Ritz Carlton, Los Angeles and a few moments later I was greeted by a man wearing nothing but a white bathrobe.
“Hello, I’m Rhianna. You called up for a full body massage?”