Stripper Sex

Kayla rang my bell and I answered the door. She was dressed like a slut but not quite a whore. I let her in and we talked shop over a drink. We’d planned on going out until she gave me a wink. Although I never had her I possessed a strong desire. The lights were out, we were alone, and sitting by the fire. Our eyes connected strongly while her luscious lips were parted. There would be no better time to get this private party started. I softly kissed her neck and she moaned out my name. The moonlight through the window lit up the hot flame. Then our lips connected as soft as it could be. The shades were drawn open so anyone could see. We didn’t mind the voyeurs, it came with our profession. I had to suck her tits, it had long been an obsession. We stripped each other down to not a single stitch. My fantasy fulfilled with this tight, sexy, young bitch. With my hands upon her tits, my tongue began to swirl. I love to taste a dick but there’s just something ‘bout a girl. Lustful feelings peaked and we chose to waste no time. Six lied on her back and I climbed on as her nine. Experience paid off as she found my horny clit. Her tongue began it’s flickering, mine swam into her pit. Her pussy was a soaking hole,