She Slidin, And I'm Peekin

Last week I had thoughts of her dancing in front of me. Watching her slide that bra between her breast, while the bitter sweet olive oil drips down the crack of her circuitous ass. She grabs whole of her nipple ring as Isley Brothers sing "In between the sheets." I love when she moves! Damn why can't I treat her right! Stick my wet juicy tongue in that pot of gold. She makes a poker player fold and say, "Well fellas that's my time to go." Hahaha, she laughs and I smile, because she knows she's teasing me into a slumber of wonder, its no wonder that my pussy is raining thunder. Just to touch might seem to strong or too much. Am I in love with a stripper or have I discovered the beauty of the wombman?