Female Dancer Idv の小説・ストーリー

He hoped so but a part of him knew something was wrong. When they were done eating, they left the dining area and went to the living room where Maya presented the tickets. "What is this Maya?" Sarah asked. "Tickets to our production of The Swan Lake." "Oh wow, I've never been to a ballet production." Wanda said with excitement. "When is it?" "This weekend." "Still an apprentice?" Elliot asked mocking his little sister. He knew she was no longer an apprentice. Maya frowned and folded her arms. "I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot."

in disbelief. He thrust her harder with his well-endowed manhood and pushes himself deeper inside her. "Spank me, daddy. Hit me hard," she's begging to be disciplined. Edward is disgusted every time she is calling him daddy. He felt like she is physically present with him, but her mind is thinking and fantasizing about another man. "Hit me, daddy!" Martina pleaded.

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

But it seemed she didn't even have a brother called Drake. I bet the lady only knew about Drake's presence after she got to this house. I couldn't help but laugh. The lady invited us to sit, which we did. "I'm Celeste." She introduced herself. "I'm a professional dancer with the alias Dim Angel." My eyes widened. "Dim Angel? The winner of last year's national dance competition?" Celeste clapped her hands, admitting to her identity. "That's me." She said proudly. I felt the urge to roll my eyes.

“Rivera stock increased by a spectacular ten percent today. You are six million dollars richer this morning, sir.” I shrugged in lieu of his news, the amount nothing I had not heard before. “Continue,” I prompted him to go on, nodding in response to the greeting of a cleaner. She was still openly staring at me as I stopped at the manager's office. The name of the exotic dancer was Isadora, according to Manager Neil and he scribbled her agent's number down on a piece of paper. I slipped it into my pocket and strolled out of his office. “You have a meeting with the President of the Darlington Group by eight am.”

“How decent? There may be a vacancy, but I doubt you have wood to work on this.” “I can work on anything! Just hire me and you won’t regret it,” said the young woman, who with every minute showed more confidence in herself, even when she didn’t feel it. “I need an exotic dancer for tonight’s show,” he said with a suggestive look and a malicious smile. “Do you know to dance?”

My pussy was already leaking down my inner thighs before I even reached the hidden elevator. When I stepped into the main studio area, Daddy was already there with two guests. The man — tall, muscular, late thirties — turned toward me with a predatory grin. Beside him stood a beautiful girl who looked my age, maybe twenty-one, with long dark hair and a body built for sin. She wore a short black dress that clung to her curves. “Who’s this pretty little thing?” the man asked, eyes raking over my body. Daddy’s voice was calm and authoritative. “This is Dove, my stepdaughter. She’ll be helping me film today’s session.”

At a night discotheque, the sound of loud applause from the visitors sounded loud like someone dancing so likely and seductively. Every now and then she winks at visitors, not infrequently, she even deliberately shows sensitive areas of her body by removing more buttons on her clothes so that her chest is exposed. She is a paid dancer, who is asked by the discotheque owner to entertain the guests. Often, they also act as prostitutes if someone is able to pay a high price for the brand's services.

She whispered seductively. I froze, my eyes locking onto hers, my voice steady despite the urge inside me. “I’m here to dance,” I said, my tone firm. “That’s all you get.” The VIP then smirked. “Very well. Dance for me then.” she said as she moved to the ladies. She then grabbed the pink hair lady and kissed her as she spread her legs and fingered her pussy. Things were getting up and spicy…..

The room awakens with cheers, the crowd already getting high on seeing women only sheathed in thin straps move their bodies for their entertainment. "I'd take the strawberry blonde," Sofia comments, but my attention is glued to the Second dancer, the black haired one. Those tattoos. Roses winding up the leg. A switchblade near the hip. Thorns. Blood. I know that body. I'd recognize it blind. In my five-day relationship with Purity, sex happened only once, but the image of her body remains engraved in my mind, in my heart—in my soul. I'd effortlessly paint her body and miss no single spot.