Kelly
Let me sit this ass
On you
Show you how I feel
Let me take this off
Will you watch me
Yes mass appeal
Don't take your eyes
Don't take your eyes off it
Watch it, babe...
Those hazel eyes watched the way your hips swayed to the beat of the music. Those pole dancing classes were definitely paying off.
The sound of your heels clicking against the wooden floor filled the room as you slowly strutted towards the tall man, whom was sitting in the chair.
Fluffing your wild, sex hair, you eyed him seductively. The slightly oversized white, long sleeved button up, along with the red lip stick that made your lips pop, looked great with the red bottoms that you sported.
Turning on your heels, you flipped your hair dramatically, before bending over, giving Kelly the view of his life.
Licking his lips, he squeezed the armrest, whispering,"Fuck..", as he shifted in the wooden chair.
You didn't miss your reflection in the big mirror of the studio that you rented out just for this moment, as you leisurely rolled back up.
Your small fingers worked the button of the shirt, shimming it off your shoulders. Kelly watches as the piece of fabric falls to the floor, then his orbs flicker back to your body.
"You're killin' me..", he whispered to himself, eyes never leaving your backside.
You felt confident in your white lace lingerie, your high waisted underwear fits comfortably but it still looks sexy. And your bra was probably a little smaller than it should have been, but if anything, it made your twins pop more, which you loved.
A grunt escaped his pink lips when you took a seat on his lap.
"Got damn, girl.", you worked your hips on his lap, feeling his hands rub against your thighs as he felt himself lose control. The bulge in his sweat growing with every movement.
Kelly's head was thrown back, lips tucked between his teeth. He ran a hand down his flushed face, before grabbing a hold of your hips.
He had you on the floor in no time, trying desperately to tear your small pieces of clothing.
"Kelly, wait.. I didn't finish!", you shouted, giggling at his eagerness.
He fumbled with the buckle of his belt, staring at you with his now brown eyes.
"Well, I was about to finish and my clothes were still on, ya feel me?", he chuckled.
Devin
I wanna play in your deep end, your deep end, the deep
Then dip me under where you can feel my river flowing flow
Hold me 'til I scream for air to breathe
Don't wash me over until my well runs dry
Send all your sins all over me babe, over me...
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you brought the man deeper into you. Something you realized you couldn't handle, once the tip of his member brushed against a sensitive spot.
