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Bella spins and bends forward, waving the rear of her short skirt near my face. My fingers itch to leave the bed and grab her. When she looks back over her shoulder, I growl out loud and she giggles delightedly at my struggles.
Like to see the grrrls extreme
My mouth goes dry as she slowly peels the tight material down her hips. There's nothing but a red shoestring rising up between her cheeks, meeting the simple horizontal tie. Her ass moves in tight circles just out of my reach; my body tightens with the unbearable strain of holding still.
-o-
The ring of stretchy fabric has now cleared her thighs and I'm focused entirely on undoing those two tiny bows. I'm sure I can manage it with my teeth.
But Bella has other ideas.
Scooting back, she dips gently onto my thighs, touching down before lifting off again, like a pilot who's discovered his landing equipment is faulty. Again and again, she dives and soars, causing the flesh on my thighs to tingle and chill.
Finally, she settles in and grinds her cheeks against my suffering erection, causing me to groan above the music.
And then… the lap dance begins.
A/N: To my sweet hubby who's in Las Vegas as we speak. NO lap dances for you until you come home! XXX ~BOH