MOM Brunette fucks her poorly lover Her movements are slow and sensual, her hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm that seems to draw me in. collected. It’s cheaper and less controversial I suppose. This is not something I expected when I came to the strip club, but then again, it’s not like I may have another chance. He sets the glass down and leans in slightly, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, “We’ve got a few veterans working the floor tonight. I try to shake off the feeling of being in the room with the succubus, but it lingers, like a bad dream that won’t go away. Like me, these kinds of clubs are a dying breed. “Sure,” I say, trying to sound casual. 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. A stage is to my left, where a young woman with bright pink hair is dancing to the music, her movements sensual and provocative. “Sorry, gramps. I look up at her, my eyes taking in her curves and the way her breasts seem to spill out of her top. I look up at her, my eyes taking in her curves and the way her breasts seem to spill out of her top.
