The Strip.... Continued, Chapter Three

The Strip, Chapter Three....

"Ermmm... would you like a Becky?" she whispered

"As a verb?" He chuckles in reply.

"Mmhmmm..."

"Who could say no?"  his hands sliding the shorts off her ass.  Her fingers deftly opening his fly as she rises to tiptoe, balancing on perfectly pink, french tipped pedis. Her eyes on his own as she watches his every reaction while tugging his jeans seductively off... Her own shorts settling in a roll around her thighs....he watches, transfixed.

"All smoothed ,for you, lover..." Her quiet words washing over him as he  lay back and let his little seductress stripper love work her magic....She worked her ass, the shorts barely clinging on as she nudged his thighs apart with a swirl of her satin hips; and danced... She danced. Slowly. For him and his eyes only. Her arms raised, her tumultuous hair held aloft. He watches her transfixed, Her ruddy mane jumbled spilling between her fingers, just like he likes.  Her ink shimmers into view as her whirl brings her half around, he reaches forward and slaps a cheek startling. His reward, her little exclamation of surprise....and she arches her back with a deep moan..."Oh I like that...."

"I know babe, I know...." and he watched as she bent away from him parting her cheeks in display.

"You want me don't cha?" She purrs....

"At least thrice....." He grunted a finger playing over the offered honey slick lips.....

Turning coyly away she put a hand on his shoulder as she leaned into claim a kiss,  her other delicate hand curling under the leg of his boxers, around his cock; gently jacking him as she kissed....

"First I want to taste you....."

“Please...” his throaty reply, “please do...”

until....

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