Exotic Dancer Receives Anal: The Reflection of My Rippling Ass. ♕

Sunset Erotic Fucks.

As an exotic dancer, it would be unheard of to take all the delicious men that come strolling into the club. That’s taking “Whore” to the next level. However, every now and again, I make an exception. Yes, this exotic dancer receives anal from only the best. I have an exceptionally delicious client who continues to come in every Tuesday for an hour-long private dance. It’s been about 7 months now, and my sexual tension is through the roof! Obviously, he can tell by the way I tremble as I’m gliding my body against his massive muscles and cock. I’m wet.

My body aches and shivers as his lips softly open and his words begin to seduce my ear. He says, “Meet me outside in fifteen; I want to take you home.” Immediately after this, I scurry off into the dressing room and switch into clothes that are somewhat modest, but continue to give off a “whorish vibe.” Is it truly slutty of me to suck his dick right now in the car? I can’t be quite sure. It’s all I can think about as I stare into his beautiful amber-lit gaze. Although if I suck his dick right now… It would probably increase my chances of feeling his dick sooner. Suddenly, an erotic idea emerges, “an exotic dancer receives anal”. No. I can’t.

An exotic dancer receives anal while overlooking the beach.

We arrive at a modest home with a not-so-modest beach look-out. He invites me in. Once inside, I see the fruits produced by all his hard work. Call me weird, but that’s sexy in a man. We get acquainted in his living room. My thoughts begin to race again. “Exotic dancer receives anal”, I imagine him bending me over the patio table as the sun kisses my skin before it sets. I can imagine how tight my asshole will get when he’s all the way inside, just to keep him from coming out.

“Hey! You’re spilling the wine!” he boasts. Oh shit! “I’m so sorry!” I’m pretty sure my face is glaring red because of my kinky “exotic dancer receives anal” thoughts. And, not so much for the wine I spilled. After, I follow him onto the outside platform and watch as the sun awakens a million hues of red, blue, and yellow. Suddenly, his hands caress my long brunette locks. Then, he does it again, this time with both hands, one following the other, and my locks of hair, gliding through his palms.

What happened after was everything my nasty thoughts could imagine up. As the last drop of white-ooze gushes into my aching asshole, I let out a deep sigh of relief. We lay for a few minutes, staring off into the last beam of sunlight coming from behind the horizon of the ocean’s surface. Then, his hands begin to crawl up my body again. This exotic dancer receives anal again. Like summer swapping swingers fucking a new partner after some time, we fuck like our life depends on it. By the time the night sky blankets the city, I’m filled to the rim with his loads. Just what I needed.

Love anal as much as I do?!