On Second Thought

Rob Piper's bored out of his skull at work when he slides close to Katie Morgan and drops his voice. "We need a break." He says strip club like it's the obvious fix. Katie smiles like she’s been waiting for the invite and peels off her top instead, pressing her tits together while she dances just for him. Her hips roll, her ass cheeks clap softly, then she drops to her knees between his legs, palms gliding up his thighs till she reaches the heavy bulge straining his zipper. "Look at this beast," she purrs, unzipping him slow. The fat black shaft springs free, thick as her wrist and already throbbing. Katie licks her lips, wraps both hands around it, and strokes once, slow and greedy. Her tongue darts out, circling the swollen head, tasting salt and heat. She opens wide, lips stretching as she sucks the crown in, wet slurps filling the room while her hands pump the shaft and her spit drips down his balls. Every bob of her head takes him deeper, her throat hugging that fat dick till her nose bumps his abs and her mascara starts to run.