I was gyrating up on stage like a nasty slut, dancing up on the pole where every man in the bar could see me. All it took was one too many whiskey sunsets, and a line of snow dust or a hit of some reefer. I loved to loosen up and do more whorish things than I have ever done before. Those crisp American dollars were raining all over my sweat slick body, I stripped down to nothing.
I was down in the crowd, those men reaching out and pinching at my nipples, my ass, my clit. I was moaning as I dropped down and brought it up slow, lap dancing my way down the aisle. My girls were sweeping up all my cash, some of the men directly tipping me by slipping Bill’s in my cunt, under my tits, between my ass cheeks, and even in my mouth.
I was getting hornier and hornier with the way they were molesting my young, naked body. It wasn’t long before cocks replaced the tips, and I was getting filled up while my lover watched from the bar, trying not to stroke his cock.
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