Fuck, being a sexy stripper bitch is a dream come true, especially when I get to play with my favorite client. Last night, he booked a private session, and I was more than ready to give him a show he wouldn’t forget. I walked into the room, my black thighs glistening, my ass looking fucking incredible in my thong. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me, his cock already hard and tenting his pants.
I started slow, teasing him with my moves, grinding my hips and twerking my ass right in his face. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way his breath hitched as I touched myself, running my hands over my curves, squeezing my tits, and fingering my wet pussy through the thin fabric of my thong.
“You like what you see, baby?” I purred, my voice a low and sultry murmur. “You want to see more?”
He nodded, his eyes never leaving my body. I smiled, a wicked and knowing grin, before turning around and bending over, giving him a full view of my ass. I slowly peeled off my thong, revealing my shaved pussy, glistening with my juices.
He reached out, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the flesh. I moaned, pushing back against him, eager for more. He obliged, his fingers sliding into my wet pussy, fucking me with his hand as I grinded against him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice a low and desperate sound. “I need to be inside you.”
I stood up, turning to face him, a playful smile on my face. “Then take me, baby. Fuck me like the stripper slut I am.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled out his cock, hard and ready, and positioned himself at my entrance. With one swift thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely. I moaned, my nails digging into his back as he started to move, his hips thrusting against mine.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he groaned, his voice a low and desperate whisper. “So tight and wet.”
I moaned in agreement, my body on fire with pleasure. He pounded into me, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with need.
“Cum for me, baby,” I whispered, my voice a low and seductive murmur. “Cum for me while I squeeze your cock with my tight pussy.”
With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep inside me. I came too, my body convulsing with pleasure as I screamed his name.
But we weren’t done yet. He pulled out, his cock still hard and ready. He flipped me over, positioning me on my hands and knees. He entered me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me.
“Fuck, your ass looks so good,” he groaned, his voice a low and appreciative sound. “So round and perfect.”
I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own, eager for more. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and teasing as he fucked me.
“Cum for me again, baby,” I begged, my voice a desperate plea. “Cum for me while you finger my clit.”
With a final, desperate thrust, he came again, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed. I came too, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm, my screams of pleasure echoing through the room.
He pulled out, collapsing beside me, a satisfied smile on his face. I cuddled up to him, my head on his chest, my hand stroking his softening cock.
“That was fucking incredible,” he murmured, his voice a low and contented sound.
I smiled, a proud and satisfied grin. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby. I always give my favorite clients the best show.”
Fuck, being a sexy stripper bitch is the best. If you want a wild and intense ride, you know where to find me. Just make sure you’re ready for a night you won’t forget, because I’m not just any stripper, I’m a black goddess, and I demand the best.
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