Candy Coated Tits
"sure," candy said, voice husky, "but remember the rules." she nodded and the stripper reached down, grabbing miranda's hands in her own and pulling her out of the chair to stand next to her. she started to sway to the music once more, swishing her hips back and forth as she reached out and grabbed miranda around the waist. teasingly, she started to unbutton the pants, pressing her tits against miranda's thighs as she slowly opened her jeans. when candy started to pull them down, miranda could smell her own sex, the musky aroma heavy in her nostrils. groaning, miranda almost grabbed the woman's head and pressed it against her thighs, restraining herself only barely. laughing softly, candy tugged her pants down, pulling hard to get them off her hips, the jeans were so tight. "i'm glad you're excited," candy said with a chuckle. finally pulling them all the way down, miranda unsteadily stepped out of them with one leg as the blonde tugged them off of her foot, one at a time.
"i'm horny," candy said huskily, her face flushed a bit. "and this is the most fun i've ever had with a client," candy moaned suggestively, her nipples perking up, her hands gripping her tits provocatively once more. "how about you lay down on the carpet?"
about to explode, miranda shifted in her seat, her legs spread to support the stripper grinding on her lap. she wished she could press her thighs together, to squeeze herself at least, and get even a little more stimulation going. flushed and frustrated, she felt the stripper grow warmer against her jeans, the g-string panty covering her pubic mound just enough to hide the pink nether lips from her view. "yes," candy groaned, leaning forward and riding up higher, pressing her tits into miranda's face. "keep your tongue in your mouth," she admonished, "or i'm done."