Private show

He sits alone at the bar when she steps down from the pole. Her heels click across the empty floor, each step daring him to stay seated. She comes straight for him, slides onto his lap, and grinds until his cock strains against his jeans. He grips her hips, pulls her closer. She reaches down, frees him, then sinks to her knees and takes him into her mouth, slow, wet, and deep. Spit trails down his shaft as she works him, eyes locked on his. When he’s throbbing and slick, she stands, turns, and bends over the barstool. He spreads her cheeks, presses the head against her tight hole, and pushes in. She gasps, then pushes back, taking every inch. He drives into her ass harder, the stool scraping across the floor with every thrust. Her moans echo through the empty room. Near the end he pulls out, strokes fast, and paints her face with thick ropes that drip from her lashes down her chin.