Stripper Justin.

Make you feel it

Justin pulled the car into the driveway of your suburban home. "About time." You joking said, just to pick with him. "If you think you're winning this thing we have going on." He smirked. "You're gonna be sadly mistaken." He said as he closed his drivers side door. "I'm not trying to win anything." You lied to his face.
He ignored the lies as he walked towards the house. "Oh...." He said, stoping as he reached the door. "Can you get my phone. I think I left it in the cup holder." He said. "Really." You sighed. "Thank you." He said as he stepped in the house. You turned around walking down the driveway, in your heels, to get his phone, in the cold, on your birthday. Such a romantic idea he had. You opened his car door looking in the dark car. "It's in the cup holder." You mocked him. You looked every where for his phone. Minutes passed before you finally gave up.
You closed his door walking up the driveway towards the front door. You opened the door stepping into the lowly light house. "Justin. Babe. I looked everywhere. I hav....."
Your words trailed off into the pounding of the music. The base so hard you felt your chest vibrating. A figure walking down the hallway, towards you. You swallowed hard, backing up. Natural instinct kicking in.
Your back was pressed against the front door. You knew it had to be Justin, no question about it. Leaning down his palms flat against the floor lowering himself down smoothly, grinding his body against the hardwood floor of the living room. Your teeth gripping your bottom lip. Before you knew it Justin's body was firmly against yours. His Hand wrapping around your body gripping your ass Before lifting you into his arm. Your purse fell to the floor as Justin held you with one arm, the other resting carelessly. "Justin." You smiled. He didn't say a word, something he usually does if he's in stripper mode. You could talk dirty to him all you wanted, it wouldn't phase him. It was almost as if he wasn't even himself. Your body was set down, gently, yet rough enough to make your heart flip. His body circled the chair to the rhythm of the song. (Feel it) before you could say anything you felt air above your head as Justin had flipped over your head, landing, then turned to face you. His hands slowly pulling his shirt up, revealing his 8 pack. He slid it over his head, keeping his SnapBack on the whole time. He stepped closer taking the shirt putting it behind your neck, grabbing each side with each hand. He used it to pull your face closer to his crotch before suddenly removing his grip he had. His hand letting the shirt fall to the ground as Justin sat himself on your lap, facing you. His sweaty body in your reach. He grabbed your wrist, pushing your hand to his rock hard abs. He body rolled into you a few times, before he left the chair. He reached under your thighs lifting you from the chair. "Ahh." You squealed. A smirk over his lips appeared before it quickly faded. He smoothly laid you on the floor, before grinding down on your body, smooth and controlled. His body never touching yours in the process. He lowered himself so his crotch was in line with yours. He began to grind over top of your body, his hands holding himself up. Justin dive rolled over you, standing up immediately after. Before you knew it he was over you again, but this time, in the 69 position. His crotch at your face. Justin placed a kiss to the inside of your thigh before sanding up, his feet on both sides of your body, you still laying on the ground. He reached down grabbing your hips lifting you from the floor holding you bridal style. Justin then stood you up. He unbuckled his jeans, stepping out of them. He then took your hand shoving it down his underwear. You gasped, your lips curling into a smirk. He picked your up again, your arms wrapping around his neck, your legs around his waist. He walked over to the chair, setting you down again. He then circled the chair to the back, gripped each side of the seat from behind, basically doing a handstand. He lowered himself so his crotch was in perfect line with your face. He hit each best of the music perfectly, so your eyes got the greatest view of his length through his underwear, leaving your mouth watering. He flipped off the chair landing on his feet, but somehow he was still in reach.
By this time the song had changed to
(Sex You) his hands lifted the chair from the bottom, holding you and the chair. Using his Quick reflexes, he dropped the chair to the ground, catching you. You gasped, before realizing he caught you, like the pro he is. He laid you down again, this time on your white rug. He took the heels from your feet before sliding your dress over your head, leaving you in a thong, and bra.
Just when you thought it couldn't get better.