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The VIP Booth 1

Penulis: Layo
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The club was a heartbeat of bass thumping through my ribs, sweat and strobe lights slicking every body on the floor. I moved on the raised platform, hips rolling, tits bouncing under the neon glow. My silver bikini top barely held me, thong riding high, every grind drawing eyes.

Then I saw him—Kai—lounging in the VIP booth like a predator surveying his prey. His gaze cut through the crowd, sharp and dangerous, landing squarely on me. My clit throbbed, wet heat flooding my thong, my stomach tightening.

A bouncer tapped my shoulder, handed me a black card: “Booth 7. Now. –K.” My pulse spiked. I slipped off the stage, heels clicking, the crowd parting like I was already his.

The booth door hissed shut behind me, sealing out the roar. Plush leather, dim red lights, the glass wall vibrating with bass. Kai sat back, legs spread, cock already straining through his slacks. “Dance for me,” he said, voice low, dangerous.

I straddled his lap, grinding slow, my pussy dragging over his bulg
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