the stripper and her fan - part 5

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the stripper and her fan ...part 5

 

Near midnight. Exhausted. Yet he couldn't sleep.


Damn work had kept him running around. First a day trip across boarder into Africa and then the next off to the coast.


And all he had wanted to do was rush over to the club.


He closed his eyes. Torture. A pain in his groin.


He had tried to wank himself off ...images of her wetness running through his mind.


It didn't help. His cock excited. Hard. Mere spasms of wanting to cum.


But.


Nothing


...for whatever reason his cock would go limp. Even the frenzied hand action became tiring and boring.

He needed those gyrating hips of hers, her soft wetness....that pussy....pressed against his flesh.


And it wasn't only that.


The mystery of her...the intrigue.....carefree. She had awoken something in him.


Tomorrow night ....just a few hours away.

The last image that lingered before sleep set in....


Their last meeting, as she pissed off from his car, he had caught a glimpse of her swollen femininity....as she had climbed off him.


The thought .....he dosed off.


RB.