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The lights in the club are low to help hide your identity, but they also hide mine. I strut from behind the stage, teasing my fingers against men’s shoulders as I brush past. I am looking for my next client. Maybe you cant tell there’s a thick cock tucked under my tiny thong, or perhaps you can. Either way, you flag me down with a finger wave, and I turn to grind my bubble butt into your lap.
The music is playing so loudly that I can’t hear if you’re speaking to me or not, but I use the rhythm to guide my hips. Pushing my plump cheeks against that growing hardon in your pants.