Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Last week I posted about a hot date that I went on with my sweetheart. We have a taste for busty strippers, so we found ourselves at the strip club one weekend. We ended up taking one home with us and I left off last week with my man rubbing both of our feet while we tickled and stroked his cock with our toes.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
My sweetheart and I have a thing for sexy strippers. Recently he took me out for an anniversary celebration, and we knew just where to celebrate. There’s a classy little strip club here in town. He likes classy, which is why he likes me. But he also likes to get down and dirty in the bedroom, which is also why he likes me.
I know a strip club isn’t your typical anniversary spot, but we’re not a typical couple and I love being adventurous! I also know that sometimes he has a taste for curvy, sexy strippers and this club was perfect for spotting the luscious girls that we love.
Zia 1-844-33CANDY ext 402
I’m going to let you in on a little secret about me-I love going to strip clubs. Being a bisexual slut, I love pussy and I love watching hot bitches dance erotically and strip for me. Sometimes I go by myself and sometimes I go with some girlfriends. Every time it was hot as fuck and one time it turned into a naughty orgy with a stripper and my girlfriends.
It was a Saturday night and my girlfriends, and I had finished shopping and were sitting around a little bored. I came up with the idea to hit the local classy strip club since I and one other girlfriend are bisexual, and we love naked chicks. So, we went to the club and watched a few hot strippers gyrate and tease us and we tipped well. Then I wanted a private lap dance for us, so we picked a hot little redhead and went to the private room.
“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.
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!