"You like that?" Daniella whispered in his ear.
She was in the private room with Trevor, the sandy haired man from the club floor.
He grunted.
It took three minutes of flirting to get him to hand over a fifty for ten minutes of privacy.
He was now sitting on the red velvet couch, the whites of his eyes practically glowing in the dim light. His mouth clenched tightly, concentrating. Daniella was straddling him. She could tell that he was willing himself not to finish inside his pants.
Her hands had his pinned down against the seat of the couch. Her lips were softly dragging across his left ear while her hips worked their magic. She liked to move in circles, applying gentle pressure.
She continued to whisper as she grinded the warmth between her legs against the hard bulge in Trevor's pants.
"Feels so good, doesn't it?" She purred.
Trevor grunted again.
Daniella leaned her head back and removed one of her hands from his. She brought her hand up to her nipple and began twisting the tip. She moaned softly as she rolled and tugged.
"Fuck yeah," Trevor sputtered out, pushing his palms into the couch as instructed.
Daniella moaned louder. She pushed herself down a little harder on Trevor's erection while continuing to tug at her nipple. Trevor's eyes were locked in on her hand, watching every flick and twist with animalistic intention.
