Backstage with Alison

She feels the beat hit and her body moves without thinking. She sways closer, sliding against him, hips rolling slow and sure. Blonde hair brushes his chest while her lap dance turns hotter. Her hands trace the line of his jeans. She drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth, sucking deep. Spit glistens. She stands, turns, and guides him behind her. He grips her hips and pushes inside her ass. She moans into the beat, fingers tight on the couch. Each thrust lands hard. Sweat clings to her skin. He pulls her close and keeps going until they’re both spent.