He must have slid his hands to his thighs. Maybe to adjust his cock for her, or maybe in anticipation of her imminent descent. Either way, now she felt the outline of his cock on one side and the pressure of a lifted thumb on the other. This was the point where a careful eye would draw the attention of a bouncer. But she was so turned on—so caught up in the contact of his touch only separated by a thin layer of fabric—she didn’t asian bother. Even if for only a song, she wanted to forget the policy. With her hands braced on his knees, she followed the rhythm of the song with her hips. Just for a moment, she lost her concentration and Hardcore found herself staring down at the pair of white Jordans on his feet. He bucked slowly in tandem as she backed it up for him and she felt the flat of his thumb sink into polyester. God damn she was horny, but… I need to make money tonight. Leaning forward, she slapped her ass again. Both hands came down this time, her fingers sinking into her japanese soft skin. She spread her cheeks for him before twisting her fingers into the strappy detailing and caged accents of her bottoms like she might pull them down. She’d be lying if she said there wasn’t an art to seducing funds out of a customer. Perhaps this was going farther than necessary, but she really didn’t want to worry about finding some other poor sap to toy with. Not that he was one, but...you know. As the song ended, she grabbed his drink and took a sip to cool her throat and herself. Getting too hot and heavy could be bad. A lot of whack jobs turned up Hairy at strip clubs and grew obsessed. Sometimes after a single innocent performance on stage. But Fucking Hard she had danced for this guy before, so she was sure that wouldn’t happen. “I need to...relieve some pressure,” he said as he took a moment to squeeze her waist. Hands were a no-no, but it was quick. Really, she didn’t mind at all to be honest. They both stood now, and for a moment his hand lingered at her navel. A soft touch. go on. She tried to stop him, but suddenly felt the weight of the ropes holding her still. The person rustled around in the room. Later that morning after they ate, Bill had left for several hours her sister Kay called. I released her and her head shot up as she started to cough. Where are you sleeping tonight. asian I grabbed the back of her neck, growling in the kiss as Lisa whimpered in pleasure. We decided not to interrupt and headed out in the japanese warm night air. “I had everyone take blood Hairy tests and get Fucking Hard checked for STD’s, so you don’t have to worry about any of that,” I assured my wife. I could go on and on about that night, but that isn’t what this Hardcore is all about. Yesterday was my birthday. I asked