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Ricky
She kept her eyes on me through the entire song, making my d**k so damn hard I could have pounded nails with the f*****g thing. The whole grinding of her a*s against that pole? Goddamn, her sass killed me. It was one of those I know she knows what I’m thinking moments, and we both lived it, the proof in her n*****s strained against black leather and the wetness smeared between her thighs when she’d bent clear over like the earlier dancer, letting me see exactly what imagining me eating her out did to her body.
Forward, rebellious vixen.
If her daddy ever found out...
The second she slipped behind stage, I hurried outside, avoiding the manager when he flagged me down like he wanted a few hundred bills for another private moment with Casey. Obviously, the man didn’t know David “
