The Exotic Dancer Of Atlanta

You landed in Atlanta chasing some work expo bullshit and the guys dragged you to this club off the strip. Lily Starfire was working the floor. Big tits, smooth brown skin, straight off the VR screen and even hotter in person. You bought her a drink, talked fast, got her laughing. Next thing you know she’s saying she’s got a pole in her apartment and she’s thinking about quitting the waitressing gig to dance for real. She wants an honest opinion. You tell her you’ll give her one. She’s already naked when she opens the door. No warm-up. She clocks the exclusive wristband on your wrist, the one that screams money and zero patience for tease. She drops right there in the hallway, wraps those thick lips around your cock, and goes to work like she’s been waiting all night. Sucks you sloppy, gets you shiny, then spins around and backs onto it. You grab those wide hips and watch her ass slap your thighs while she fucks back hard, pussy gripping like she wants to keep you there. She comes loud, shaking, knees almost giving out. When she catches her breath she looks over her shoulder and tells you to climb on and fill her up. You do. You pin her down and pound until you’re dumping every drop deep inside that tight VR pussy, balls slapping against her.