[Whatever stupid thing she was about to say next is swallowed up in a gasp as he touches her, betraying just how much she liked it. Not giving herself time to worry about being pinched or grabbed somewhere unpleasant, she arches into his hand, arousal strumming through her body from head to toe like she was a guitar string.]
...a-ahh. More? Please.
[Okay, so. Maybe this place has turned her into a little bit of a nympho. A light sheen of sweat prickles her skin from stimulation alone, stray drops gathering at the vulnerable dip of her collarbone. The weight of eyes locked on them has yet to slide away; intrigued, perhaps, by how the "dancer" seems so much more excitable than the guy whose lap she's grinding.]
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[Whatever stupid thing she was about to say next is swallowed up in a gasp as he touches her, betraying just how much she liked it. Not giving herself time to worry about being pinched or grabbed somewhere unpleasant, she arches into his hand, arousal strumming through her body from head to toe like she was a guitar string.]
...a-ahh. More? Please.
[Okay, so. Maybe this place has turned her into a little bit of a nympho. A light sheen of sweat prickles her skin from stimulation alone, stray drops gathering at the vulnerable dip of her collarbone. The weight of eyes locked on them has yet to slide away; intrigued, perhaps, by how the "dancer" seems so much more excitable than the guy whose lap she's grinding.]