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"Shush, darling. There's no need for all that." I pull her face back and shake my head slightly.

She gasps as if she's confused by my request. The look doesn't last very long before she nods her head once and goes back to kissing me. This time the moans are much less over the top.

I grab hold of the strings that keep her little outfit up on her body and pull. The great thing about strippers is they rarely wear anything that's too hard to get off. With that one pull of the string, the outfit unravels and falls down to her feet.

I kiss down her neck and palm both of her perky tits in my hands. They feel wrong. A little overweighted. I've held more than enough tits in my hands over the years. I won't say I'm an expert when it comes to women's fun bags, but I'm as close to an expert as I can get.

It takes me a second to figure out why they feel wrong to me. I look down again, a little surprised by how natural they look.

They're definitely fake, but whoever the doctor was that hooked her up did a wonderful job. He really took care to make them look as natural as possible.

"You like?" Lacy whispers, and I nod my head.

"It's good work. I was just admiring them."

Once again, she looks up at me as if I’m a complete mystery to her. I’m assuming she’s not used to people telling her the truth when it comes to the work she’s got done.

I’ve never really been the type of person to hold my tongue. That’s gotten me into more trouble than I want to think about right now, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Uhh… thanks…” she mutters, but her eyes instantly roll back when I let my fingers trail down her body and softly begin to rub the pads of my fingertips against her slippery core.

She’s already ready for me. I appreciate that.

I hold her close to me with one arm and my eyes scan the room while she’s deep into the feelings of pleasure that I’m giving her. I don’t really want to lay her down on the floor, but the only other space in the room that would be big enough to hold me and her is a small cot-like bed. It’s the only large surface in the room, and that means everyone else would have been using it for the same activities Lacy and I are about to indulge in. I don’t really want to be rolling around in other men’s spend.

Instead, I let my eyes settle on the small chair I’ve already draped my cut over—it’s the next best thing. I grab hold of her legs, and with very little effort, I lift her off the ground so she has to wrap her legs around my waist.

“Oh God… yes,” she moans, and even though we haven’t really gotten started yet, I can tell this one wasn’t a fake moan. She’s really excited for what’s about to happen.

I love a bit of enthusiasm. That’s definitely going to add a few ticks to her score.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. I’m really a fucking ass. The deed isn’t even done yet, and already I’m trying to think about her score instead of just enjoying the time we have together.

Before I sit on the chair, I undo my pants and slide them down just a bit. I leave my boxers on, thankful that I’ll be able to pull myself out without having to pull them all the way down from my ass. I don’t want my skin on any surface in here if I can help it.

I settle Lacy on my lap, pushing her back a bit so I can free my cock from the thin cloth prison. She gasps when she looks down at it.

“Yeah, I know,” I reply to any unanswered questions she may have rolling around in her mind. I’m a big boy. Blessed, as some might say.

She smiles wide and tries to lift herself up so she can take me inside her.

I grab hold of her hips and keep her seated for a second. She must be out of her mind if she really thinks I’m going to let her ride me raw. I’m not that much of a dumbass.

I reach down into the pocket of my jeans and pull out a sleeve of condoms. I always have at least half a dozen on my person at all times. You never know when I might need them.

“Right, sorry,” she mumbles and tries to keep a smile on her face, but I can see that she’s a little disappointed. I’m not. I’ve never been inside a woman raw, and I don’t ever plan on it. I’m pretty sure fucking a woman without a condom is just like taking a taste of heroin. Once I know what it feels like, nothing will ever be the same.

I hand her the condom and watch as she expertly rips the wrapping open and pulls out the latex. Lacy licks her lips and slowly rolls the condom down my thick cock. I groan at the feel of her small hands working the protection over me.

Her fingers are quick, sliding the condom over me with practiced ease. Her eyes stay locked on mine like she’s waiting for a reaction, a spark, something to tell her she’s got me exactly where she wants me.

And sure, my body’s on board. I’m hard, I’m ready, I’m in the mood. But there’s a thin layer between us I can’t quite ignore. Maybe it’s the musty smell of the room. Maybe it’s the way she keeps glancing at her own reflection in the mirror behind me like she’s putting on a show more than sharing a moment.

She grips my shoulders and grinds down with a practiced rhythm, her head thrown back, a moan already building deep in her throat.

"Shit," I grunt as she sinks down on me, tight and wet like she’s been warming herself up since I walked in. The sensation is good. Good enough.

But barely a few strokes in, and she starts going loud. Loud like she’s on stage again. Loud like there’s an audience in the walls.

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