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She faces me again; her red bra pushes her tits up like an offering. She shimmies
out the shorts part of her romper and kicks the whole thing away. All that’s left is
red. The bra. The panties. The shoes. I press the heel of my hand against my aching
cock trying to find some comfort. She shakes her finger at me like I’m being
naughty.

Her hips move again; her hands rub her breasts and move down her torso to
her hips then thighs. She bends into the position I fondly call the “Lil Kim Squat.”
She touches herself while moving to the music. My blood roars in my ears. I
ready to pounce. She shakes her head.
“Not yet.”
Her bra straps go down the same way her top did. As she dances back into a
standing position, she rips off the bra and throw it at me. I stare at her pert nipples
and lick my lips. She rubs them and moans while looking at me.
Sanya moves closer, just out of touching distance. Her eyes glint naughtily.
Her hands rub her sides and slide in the band of her panties. The last piece of
material standing between me and ecstasy. They’re off; her back is to me again, and
she bends like she did in the club. Legs straight, ass in the air, looking at me between
her legs with nothing on but stilettos. I almost cum on the spot.

The pose was sexy when she was clothed, but now it’s naughty. No, coupled
with the lyrics of the song, it’s dirty. I’m okay with dirty. I imagine myself pushing
into her. Just like that. “Grab your ankles,” I would say before pounding. My nails
dig into the cushions. I’m trying to play along. I’m trying to behave. But she’s
making it hard. I groan at the thought of the other meaning. I mean difficult.
She’s walking my way. “Time for your lap dance.” I reach for her. “Yes, please.”
She pushes my hand and moves between my legs. “Lean back,” she orders.
I can smell her perfume and arousal. The combination drives me crazy. I’d do
anything she asks. I lean against the backrest. She sits in my lap facing away from
me. She pushes her hands on my knees to brace herself, and she grinds on my cloth-
covered cock.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” I hiss.
I grab her hips to hold her in place. I close my eyes trying to regain control.
Sanya leans her back against my chest; she wraps her arms around my neck. I claim
her lips. She grinds against me as we kiss. I like this position. It gives me access to
her breasts. I squeeze the mounds I’ve been craving before tweaking her nipples.