My guy was in a rush. He couldn’t believe that I wasn’t a girl. I did a lap dance for him in my room. He was pouring into me in no time, his arms about my breasts that I let him caress and kiss. I should have charged him extra.
I faked my orgasm. That really excited him and he had to have me face to face. Only his idea of what I had to face wasn’t mine. Still, I did him and he gave me a big tip, literally, a hundred American dollars, on top of all the money I had taken from him.
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