Exotic dancer

She moves with purpose. No flashy spins, just slow hips that roll forward and back, breasts rising and falling in time. The blonde runs her hands up her own sides, pausing under her tits, then drags her thumbs over the nipples until they tighten. A brunette watches from the far couch, legs spread, fingers buried between them. The younger one on the bed stays still, eyes wide, breath short, until her own hand finds her clit and begins a steady circle. The dancer drops to her knees without breaking eye contact, leans back on her heels, and opens her thighs wide. Her fingers slide through wet folds, slow and deliberate, the way she knows makes every spectator lean forward. She smiles, lifts two glistening fingers, and slips them into her mouth before letting them return below.