"Fellow ballerinas, I congratulate you on making it this far in life, you've made it your priority to achieve your dreams. I am not sure if the world is ready to take us in with welcoming arms, but we will dance our way through it, we'll leave our foot prints in the hearts of everyone we encounter just as how we dance on the stage. I once heard my father recite a powerful speech to me years back, when I was losing hope in dancing, he said: Atarah, another form of dance is ballet, ballet dancers must be extremely trained and have self-controlled, but their hard work and devotion is clear in their skill to glide effortlessly across the stage. Ballet is a form of dance that tells a story, express a mood or imitate a piece of music. Ballet is a beautiful type of dancing, in which dancers perform many actions, which are uncommon for the body, but, when these actions are done well, they look natural. Dancers must be able to guide though the air and spin on the tip of their toes. Some ballet dance steps are so fast that the audience occasionally has trouble following the movements. So my dancers, let the world have trouble following you as you make it through. At this very moment, you are now more than a dancer, you are graduates."
This story is about Atarah Davis' Life as a young adult, after losing both parents, she found Love in a very strange way, she found out that her family has a huge secret in the closet that might cause her to go prison and is pregnant for a sexy drop dead gorgeous dancer.
I stood on my tippy toes a couple inches away from the pole before spinning with my hand still remaining firm on the metal. I then leaned back against it with my foot against my knee, that caused men to throw money. Then I stayed in the air revealing all of myself as my legs spilt into a V shape. The shout couldn't get any louder once I spin around and down the pole until my legs froze in the splits.
Finally, the music ended and once again, my sight fell on the man. He was wearing a smirk on his face. I walked off the stage and could hear cheers of all the men in a foreign language. Suddenly, my path was blocked. I looked up and saw the same mystery man I had seen while I was dancing.
"I want a private dance, Principessa"
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"Fuck, Sandro!" I shouted.
"Yes hermosa, scream my name. Let everyone know who this tight pink pussy belongs to" His lips found my neck where he left open mouthed kisses until once again, I came hard. I felt my whole body let out its sexual frustration. He continued to fuck me hard until he released inside the condom. Slowly, he picked me up off his dick and laid me down before throwing away his second condom of the night.
"Round three?"