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Lap Dance
First, you grab him and guide him to the couch, pushing him gently until he sits. Drop to your knees, crawling toward him with deliberate, slow movements. As you reach him, slither up his lap, breathing him in before planting a soft kiss on his neck. Whisper, “You’re all I want.”
Slowly, you pull your top over your head, revealing you "forgot" to wear a bra. Taking his face in your hands, you press against him playfully, teasing with your touch. Bite your lip as you pull back, slipping out of your skirt. You keep your panties on, letting your hands trail your body as you toy with yourself, your eyes never leaving his.
Rising to your feet, you walk toward him with a slow, confident sway, running your hands through your hair. Straddle his lap, leaning in close, and murmur, “Take my panties off with your teeth.”
From there, let him lift you into his arms and carry you to the bed, because everyone knows—that’s where the real magic happens.
NP
Slowly, you pull your top over your head, revealing you "forgot" to wear a bra. Taking his face in your hands, you press against him playfully, teasing with your touch. Bite your lip as you pull back, slipping out of your skirt. You keep your panties on, letting your hands trail your body as you toy with yourself, your eyes never leaving his.
Rising to your feet, you walk toward him with a slow, confident sway, running your hands through your hair. Straddle his lap, leaning in close, and murmur, “Take my panties off with your teeth.”
From there, let him lift you into his arms and carry you to the bed, because everyone knows—that’s where the real magic happens.
NP
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