Love for A Stripper? (Stripper love story)

Love for A Stripper? (Stripper love story)

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Maria Brown mixed with Jamaican, Indian, Puerto Rican, and Black was an exotic treasure. She's currently a stripper at the club King Of Diamond (KOD) 20 years old and is a crowd favorite. But Falling in love with many obstacles was never on her agenda. Will everything fall in place like she hoped? Tune In And Find Out.
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Queenie Ramirez wasn't expecting to fall for CEO business man Maxwell Roseman. They have many encounters from time to time, but when they have a one-night-stand she soon learns he's married as she struggles to learn that she might be gay and she also comes in contact with Miracle Simmons who helps her through this journey as Queenie comes to love who she truly is. + I did as I was told; He told me to undress and take a breath. For it was my first time with anyone and I was nervous; you could hear my heart race. I thought it was about to jump out my chest. I stood there in the middle of his master bedroom bare ass naked exposed to the cold air coming through the vent even though the windows were locked shut and the blinds were down. Both palms started to sweat as they leaked through my hands. My nipples were either hard because I wanted him, or they get like that when exposed to certain temperatures. I suddenly, heard a voice coming from down the hallway. He was standing by the door by the time I turned around. It was him, Maxwell Roseman. "Wow; you look beautiful!" he says as he walks toward me keeping eye contact. I shied away as my cheeks started to blush. He circled around me as he studied the shape of my body by gently touching my waist which made my eyes flutter with excitement and desire for him. He stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders to relax me a little more.

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