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The flashing lights of the club illuminated patches of the crowd at a time, a sweating, pulsating mass of humanity, lost in throbbing bass. Above the crowd- or rather, suspended partway in it, she danced in the cage, her vulpine body twisting and flexing in time to the beat. Her hands ran over a pale, bare midriff and over the blouse covered swell of her breasts, to tangle in the neck-cropped flame of her hair, hips thrusting at the air, before her hands broke free to grasp the bars of the cage, sliding slowly down them, enticing the rows of men on either side, lounging against the walls, to come just a little closer- if they dared.
Some of their eyes were nervous, others lustful. But there was one pair of eyes that never left her. Standing apart from the others, he watched her hungrily from his position leant against a post at the edge of the crowd. His eyes knew every swell and crevice of her body, the lines of the long legs disappearing beneath that tiny skirt, and the curve of her neck as she tossed her head. As well as he knew her, she knew him- and precisely what she was doing to him. The sweat dripping from beneath her studded collar, she glanced at him. The look on his face sent a shuddering pulse through her body, and he caught her eye, jerking his head to the side slightly.
With a final strut she twisted round on the toes of one foot and stepped from the cage, wrapping her fingers around the bar and sliding to the floor below. Her heels hit with a clack, and she strode away, to the disappointment of the onlookers. When she reached him she pressed close, and his hand slid around her hip, guiding her onto the floor, into the crush of people. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, his settled in the small of her back. Letting his lips slide across her cheek, he growled softly into her ear,
“I’ve got to have you, now.”
“Mm,” she whispered back, grinding against the still bulge in the front of his trousers. “Did I do that?” free spin In response his hand slid down the back of her skirt and gave a quick pinch. She yelped and grinned, guiding him slowly through the crowd, towards the opposite edge of the room, where the flashing lights faded into darkness. Finally they broke free of the dancers, and she led the way into the murky edges of the room, pulling back a curtain that appeared to conceal only a wall- but she disappeared behind it, into a smaller room, only dimly lit and full of unused equipment. No sooner were they out of sight than he caught her wrists and pushed her against the closest wall, lips taking fierce possession of hers now, nibbling at her lip as on hand ran over her stomach lightly, causing her to squeal with ticklishness, hardly noticing as the fingers moved on to rip the knot out of her blouse and push it down her shoulders.
Her free hand snaked down to tug at his trousers, finally finding the button and working it free, shoving them down. His fiddling hands, both of them now, had shoved the lacy black bra off her small round breasts, letting it rest on her chest above them as he cupped and squeezed them gently, flicking his thumbs over the already tight-drawn nipples. She gasped softly and tilted her head back against the wall, breathing growing heavier as his mouth found her neck, nibbling and kissing while he stroked her nipples. Her hips thrust urgently against him and his hand ran obligingly up her thigh, shoving the skirt up and over her hips before sliding down between her legs, fingers pushing the narrow black strip of fabric that covered her pussy aside and letting the thick wetness collect on his fingertips.
“Hmm, someone’s been having a good time, huh?”
“Bite me.” she sniped, then squealed as his teeth nipped hard on the soft flesh of her breast. Wriggling slightly she freed her wrists and slid down the wall, dropping to her knees before him, pulling his bonus veren siteler trouser down fully. His cock sprang free of its restrictions, bobbing before her face, already stiff. “Umm…” she hummed, pleased. Tilting her head to the side, she rubbed her cheek against his hot member. “Looks like someone else’s been having a nice time too. You like watching me?” Before he could respond, her mouth had closed over the head of his cock, a hot, sweet, wet little space with a tongue that slowly circled him, her hand moving down to rub and squeeze his ball sack, just as slowly.
“Ohh, fuck yes.” His hands found her hair, holding her down on him as she began to pump her head up and down, taking in more and more of his cock. Her cheeks sucked in as she began to suck hard, licking fiercly all the while, her free hand stroking the base of his cock with tight, quick jerks. Above her he groaned and grunted, thrusting into her mouth. She moaned around him, shifting her knees apart. His hand tightened in her hair as her moan sent vibrations through him, and with an effort he stilled his thrusts, pulling his cock free from her mouth.
“Up.” She licked away a string of saliva and pre-cum from her lips and pushed herself to her feet. His hand slid between her legs against and his eyes flicked up to hers, raising an eyebrow. She was soaked, her fluid dripping down the insides of her thighs and she trembled as he stroked her lips, slipping a finger inside. “You are ready, are you girl?”
“Nn, yes.”
“You want this?” He withdrew his hand and nudged his swollen member at her pussy.
“Yes..”
“Tell me what you want.” she thrust her hips forward, trying to find him but his hands held her back and finally she panted,
“I want your cock, I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me, oh god please…!”
He laughed and slipped a hand into the crook of each of her knees, hooking her legs around his waist. Slowly he deneme bonusu veren siteler began to push inside her, groaning, his hand tightening on her hip. Unable to stand it, he buried himself inside her to the hilt with a quick thrust and she cried out ecstatically, fingers of one hand digging into his shoulder, the others twisting in his hair as her body arched against him. One of his hands moved off her hip, gathering her wrists and pinning them roughly against the wall above her head as he began to pump slowly in and out, coating his cock in her slickness.
“You like it when they watch you?”
“Mm, yes..ah!” Her pussy squeezed him tight as he tweaked a nipple before dropping his hand quickly back down to her hip.
“Naughty.” His hand slid down to squeeze her ass lightly before giving the fleshy globe a sharp whack. She squealed, thrusting her hips forward to meet his as he drove into her faster now, their mingled sounds of pleasure and the smack smack of flesh on flesh, and flesh on wall, barely audible above the adjoining club noise. He could feel the pulse racing in her throat as he nibbled and sucked at it. Dropping her wrists and set his hand to the wall, the other sliding over the sweat-slick skin of her back.
“Fuck, girl.. not gonna last much longer..”
“Oh gods, oh gods!” His hand slid around to find her clit, rubbing it in frenzied circles. She howled her passion, nails digging into his shoulders, head thrown back. Finally her orgasm exploded inside her and she came, her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock as her body arched and bucked. The hot, pulsing tightness pushed him over the edge and growling he slammed home again, flattening her against the wall as his cock swelled and jerked inside her, emptying himself deep into her convulsing pussy.
Her legs slowly unwrapped themselves from about his waist as he released his grip on hers, supporting herself against the wall, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk, eyes still glazed with the afterglow of climax. He grinned and tilted his head to kiss her, fingers toying with her jawline, and caught her lower lip between his teeth as he pulled back.
“Get dressed and meet me back out there, I’m sure they’re wondering where you’ve gone.”
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