Big ass whore fucked “You can give them a little squeeze. The bouncer stands at the door and lets me know, $40 to get in. Should’ve come on Wednesday,” she says. “Oh yes. I take a deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease. The monotonous drumming of the bass from the main part of club suddenly goes silent and the air in the room seems to thicken, becoming heavy and still. I watch, transfixed, as she trails a finger along the edge of the stage. I make my way to the bar, my eyes scanning the room as I take in the layout. “Mmm. “Why me?” I ask, as I try to process the succubus’s words. She’s wearing a pair of black leather boots with silver buckles, and a matching leather corset that cinches at her waist. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. “Aren’t you supposed to be the evil ones?”
“That’s what the other side would like you to think,” she mused. I glance around the club, taking in the other dancers. The bartender, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, looks up from the glass he’s polishing and raises an eyebrow. I exit the car into the well lit parking lot and walk to the door. I take a deep breath and run my fingers over her soft skin again, this time tracing the outline of her pussy lips.
