Night shift

Carla Cox saunters in right before closing, still glowing from the stage lights. She flashes me a look, then lets her hips roll into a slow, private dance that turns the empty club electric. The last customer watches from his stool as she peels off her clothes, revealing the tight body she’s been teasing all night. When she drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth, the guy steps closer; soon the three of us are tangled on the leather couch. Carla straddles him first, riding hard, then slides over to me, her pussy slick and hungry. I ease into her ass while the other cock fills her from the front, and her cries echo off the dark mirrors. She squirts hard, drenching the cushions, then licks herself clean off our thighs before we switch again, her body begging for every inch until the lights finally go out.