Sex Club — Putting On A Show
My first time in a sex club and I was the star of the show
Grayson had tucked my torn panties into his trouser pocket and my gold bandage dress had more hand prints than a walk of fame.
My body may be temporarily satisfied and in a climax coma, but my night had just begun.
I lay across the platform suspended hip high above the dancefloor. Around me, other women were trying to reclaim their audience after my welcome to Paradise had drawn a crowd.
Now, it was Grayson and I in a sea of mostly naked strangers. Our first time in a sex club and I wanted to reward him for my introduction.
My head fell back, over the edge of the platform. I reached up and pulled Grayson down to me. Loving how his kiss tasted of my juices and feeling his desire as he tried to tongue fuck my mouth.
I could only just reach his trousers, pulling tight around his massive bulge. He flinched as I let my nails do the talking. Hard and firm and ready for whatever I had in store. The perfect man.
Truly, there was nothing sexier than a man who wanted my body but wasn’t afraid to put on a show.
