CRY OR BETTER YET, BEG
Venom pushed the door to the private lounge open and stumbled in.
“Fuck, these sluts are getting better,” she slurred, collapsing onto a red comfy sofa. “It was fun to have you here, Couz. Damn, it’s been days since I’ve seen you around.”
Four strippers arrived at the same time. Three moved toward Zayne, but one, a brunette, was immediately claimed by Venom. The woman unzipped Venom’s pants and knelt, flicking her tongue against the white fabric of her bottoms. Venom’s hand knotted in the brunette's hair, guiding her, pressing her closer as the woman's mouth worked possessively over her crotch.