what is it about a girl who loves to give lap dances that gets me so worked up?
it’s a lot of things.
the anticipation the second she demonstrates she wants complete control, guiding me over to a chair or shoving me down on the edge of a bed.
the idea that she, and she alone, has the power to get me rock fucking hard in this moment. and how knowing that immediately starts to get her wet.
the simple yet insanely hot little things.
hands gripping knees, working her ass up, down and around my throbbing cock, one with the bass. slow, flirty and gentle at first, but nastier and more forceful as she realizes how much she craves me inside her. a little playful chatter maybe, but her hips are doing most of the talking. she peeks back over her shoulder and shoots me the filthiest, cockiest little look, grinning a bad girl grin that says “I know I’m fucking good.”
turning around to face me, straddling my lap and dragging her dripping lips against my zipper over my pants. she’s so wet I instantly feel her soak through three layers of fabric. the slutty showoff skirt she’s wearing is riding up around her waist, giving me the chance to grip her ass so hard I’ll leave fingerprints. As she sighs and softly moans into my ears and against my neck, i guide her writhing body to the music, thrusting up into her to match every yearning grind.
she grabs the back of my head and shoves my face hard into her sweaty tits, and i instinctually start to lick, bite, suck and drool all the skin I can fit into my mouth as arches her back and slams her hips deeper and sharper and harder into mine.
the second neither of us can wait another second, she impatiently yanks my pants down and greedily grabs for my aching, twitching cock, squeezing and stroking it as she moves to sit down right where she wants. leave those drenched panties on…yank them to the side and let me fucking IN.
this is the best sex EVER — a continuation of the dance, except now every single one of her rhythmic hip swivels is met by me sinking deeper and deeper into her with everything i got. forehead to forehead. sweat and spit everywhere. Heavy exhales become curses, curses become uncontrollable moans. fucking otherworldly.
hands on her hips, squeezing for the best grip as I fill her up. hands on her tits, pinching and slapping and pulling them so hard against my face I can’t breathe. and my favorite: one hand snapping her head back by her hair, the other fingering her ass hard as fast as she rides.
i pull her against me close as she cums, squirming and screaming uncontrollably while our slick steaming skin heaves and slaps and sticks together. then it’s my turn, and she gets to pick where. all over her face while she’s kneeling between my legs, eagerly licking and sucking me to finish. all over her stomach and tits. coating the insides of her thighs so she can watch it slowly drip down her legs. wherever and whatever the fuck she wants.
that’s why i love a girl who loves to dance.
