Colleen Ballinger Nude Novels & Stories

Bullets. Cigars. Alcohol. Cash. Lots of it. My lips spread into a wide grin. Life is fucking great! But the fun is yet to begin. The naked woman in front of me danced erotically on the steel pole in the middle of the room. She was a beautiful, tall woman with brown hair and an hourglass figure. Her body moved along with the music and she made sure to show off her experience on that pole. Despite how full her chest was or how seductive her gaze was as she occasionally glanced at me, I wasn't that impressed by her. Only one woman had the power to make me drool over her beauty like a madman.