Chapter 891 Mom Does Anything:>62

I had stopped walking right inside the doorway, its lock driving home with a thunderbolt-like click that rattled my spine. Behind the glass wall to my right, a single stripper danced in a bright room whose lighting didn't shine into our room. She had a thicker body than the two girls in my room, with bigger tits and a small, black landing strip splitting her olive-toned muff. Behind her, the room had a single stripper's pole that she wasn't using as she stood sideways to us, her body curving like a snake's as she danced up and down. No one said a word to me. The men didn't look at me. The strippers did, and I could see in their faces that they'd rather dance for me than the other two guys-- who had their fucking dicks out! I hurried to chair number three, my cock softening, and I sat and tried to hide my head behind the short wings of the recliner. Even with that precaution, I could still see chair number six and the blonde stripper dancing for her customer under the soft glow of electric sex.