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Served Hot And Steamy
So I have landed my ass in a shower on a stage with a stripper. From what I saw, her body is hot as fuck, but that does not even compare to what her touch feels like. She is fuelling a fire that is being fuelled by the wrong woman.
The song starts fading out, and another comes in, meaning that my shower experience is not done yet. Her hands move to my waist, and she lets them linger there; just knowing that she is so close to my cock makes my body tremble.
Then the girl speaks, “You can take your blindfold off now.”
“What?”
“I said, you can take your blindfold off now.”
“Ava!”
“Hey baby.”
Shocked does not come close to what I am feeling. I am still deciding if I am turned on or pissed off. She is looking so damn good standing there in only a bikini bottom with the water dripping down every inch of her exposed skin.
“Fuck Ava what are you doing here?”
“Standing naked in a shower on a stage with my ex-boyfri
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