Porn Star Dancing – My Darkest Days
He watched as the new dancer slinked onto the stage, they looked familiar, but with the lights and the hazy smoke-y atmosphere it was hard to really make out who it was.
Hands wrapped around the pole in the middle of the stage as a pink tongue peeked out to lick plump cherry red lips.
He had to adjust himself, shamelessly grabbing his crotch and giving his growing erection a squeeze. He wondered if those lips tasted like cherries.
The dancer wrapped one long, smooth, flawless leg around the pole, rubbing shamelessly against it before dropping down and turning, before raising their ass.
The crowd, mainly horny and drunk men, with a few horny and drunk women, cheered deafeningly.
He watched the dancer, mesmerized as layers were shed, tantalizing the audience with glimpses of the soft, pale flesh underneath.
The shirt that was long enough to be a dress, dropped in front of him, and the dancer gave him a smirk as several other males snatched the garment off the stage.
Puck watched as the dancer moved to pull the final layer away, but never saw the final image as the club was plunged into darkness.
Kurt always had been one to leave them wanting more.
He wraps those hand around that pole
He licks those lips and off we go
He takes it off nice and slow
He don't play nice, he makes me beg
He drops that dress around his legs
And I'm sittin right by the stage for this
Porn star dancin'