2 ~ Stretched and Stuffed.

Handsome's tongue kept working my hole, slick and insistent, until I was a shaking mess above him.

My ass clenched around every thrust of his mouth, but he held me right on the edge, still not letting me tip over.

The club's lights pulsed outside the booth, shadows of dancers flickering like they were part of our show.

I could feel eyes on us, the thrill making my skin burn hotter.

“Enough teasing,” I panted, sliding down his body.

My wet hole dragged over his chest, leaving a trail on his shirt.

I straddled his hips now, feeling that massive bulge strain against his pants....