Deep Trouble With You
The show must be working, because I hear a low, almost animalistic growl.
Stepping out of the panties, I keep dancing, now only in my high stripper heels and stockings. It’s been a long time since my own dance turned me on this much.
Again, I can’t keep my hands to myself, running them over my body, sliding down to my center. My flesh is swollen, craving touch. When my fingers finally reach it, a soft moan slips from my lips, my head falling back as I stop caring about how I look in front of a stranger. This dance isn’t for him anymore. It’s for me.
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