Mila

Greg was in a small private booth. There was literally no space. He was pushed up against the leather seat. The shimmering curtain drawn. The stripper's name was Mila. She had her big perky tits in his face. Squeezing. Soft. Greg was flushed. Blushing red.

“Mister… You are so handsome…” Mila said in a sultry Russian accent. She grinded her round ass on his hard crotch. He wasn’t very big. Not at all. But he hadn’t felt this excited by a woman in a long time. Nadia was beautiful, but she was vanilla.

“You are beautiful…” Greg said, breathless. He was too nervous to touch her. Instead he clutched the leather seats.

She had two more 500’s in her panties now. What was this man doing carrying so much money? He must be here to fuck… She smiled. Her eyes narrow and sly.

Her hand trailing down his chest to his tummy, then to his crotch. She clutched his cute cock underneath his trousers.

Unzipped. His little champion popped out. She wanted to laugh but held herself back. Instead she looked up with him with her almond shaped amber eyes. Glitter on her face and slutty makeup. Peach lip gloss.

She began to suck his cock. She took his member into her pretty little mouth fully. Sucking fast. Her lips, popping. Licking his shaft and balls. Minutes later Greg couldn’t hold it and pulled out. His spunk squirting out all over her pretty face.

He grunted, “Ahhhh…”

”Good boy…” she said.