[His hand rests idly on her hip as she moves atop him. Pale green eyes take in those exposed stretches of skin, any sheen of sweat that builds up during her exertions, the way her petite tits move. Though she's flatter than most women he knows, it's not like it makes a difference to him. It just draws more attention to her pert nipples.]
It's fine. I enjoy watching.
[A throb of arousal spikes through him, and he slips his other hand between them to brush against a nipple. She hadn't said he wasn't allowed to touch, so who cares that lapdances usually forbid the one being danced upon to touch the dancer?]
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It's fine. I enjoy watching.
[A throb of arousal spikes through him, and he slips his other hand between them to brush against a nipple. She hadn't said he wasn't allowed to touch, so who cares that lapdances usually forbid the one being danced upon to touch the dancer?]