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Charlie was enjoying watching the dark meat cook on the stage in front of him. She danced like she was in the Soul Train finals and shook her ass a mile-a-minute. Her pussy was huge. He was in a trance staring at it when the bartender returned. “Your girl is on Hardcore next,” he said. “Alright, thank you,” Charlie said. He watched the rest of the dancer’s set and then watched her retrieve her heels and clothes and slip offstage. She reappeared on the floor shortly thereafter and started working the couple down at the end of the bar that had been digging her. He ordered another beer and waited for, even though it was barely six-thirty, what for him would be the main event of the night. A couple minutes later a sultry swampy groove anime suddenly kicked out of the sound system and Sara sauntered out onto the stage. She wore heels and her long legs were sheathed in shiny red slacks with a nonexistent crotch, making her black thong plainly visible. Up top she wore a skimpy waistcoat that matched her red pants, and underneath it a black bikini top that matched her thong. The flimsy net covered all the goodies. She sure moved well, Charlie thought. She made eye contact with him almost immediately, pantomimed him a hello and blew him a kiss. Then she proceeded to give him what seemed like a private show. He watched her prance around Blowjobs and hump the pole and chew on the net until she ripped it open and he could hear the Velcro screech as she whipped it off. Her pants came off, then her waistcoat. She humped the pole a few more times and did a split on the floor and rolled over on her knees and bent backwards all the way. Her pussy was just a few feet in front of him and he could see her cameltoe outlined through her minuscule black bottom. She had a tight stomach with a silver waist bracelet wrapped around her and a leafy belly button ring dangling from her navel. She continued her sexy, slimy dance, movin’ to the groovin’, until off came her black top displaying her perky tanned tits with rings in her nipples and she swung her breasts and fondled them. Then a quick flash to an erect penis entering anime a vagina. We became pretty comfortable together. Her face was slightly contorted by the fact that her head was artificially held back by her hair and the black rope which was tied to the ring in the frame above her. Though I wanted nothing more now but to lay next to her, and cuddle her in post coital euphoria, she was on the other side of the pane, and I was nothing more than the degenerate next door. I move in close. “But, he said that he would take Blowjobs care of them.” I slowly backed out of the driveway. "Suck my fucking cock you fucking little whore!" he roared at her, jabbing it at her face. “Let’s finish the song.” whispered Mia, voice choked by a little sob. Let’s order about 5 chargers from Amazon and have them delivered, sound good darling?” I ask as we casually walk to the bed. I grabbed her thighs and thrust her legs onto my hips. I guided her backside onto the van chairs Hardcore and pulled her hips closer to my head. Finally the day of the trial came up and Tracey presented herself at the centre on time and eager to start the procedure. I didn’t know it was possible to be so afraid of something. “She showed me some pics of him naked. I could be at this for hours.”