Yes

Natsuki's breathing became rapid and shallow, through her excitement and **** moans of not so **** pleasure she tries to find a way to hold off her orgasm.

"The c-UH! ♥ stomers sh-shouldn't be this AH!♥ AH! ♥ Ah-tive with their servers!" She complains, referring to your little movements

"Well...most strip clubs do have a strict rule against touching the performers," Sayori (who is currently squeezing her legs together to keep her hand from going between them) says turning to Monika

Monika, a little more composed with a smile on her face, only bit her lip and kept her eyes glued to the pink haired girl bouncing on your bulge.

"A stripper club this may be Sayori, but a dancer you are not Natsuki, you have been hired as his server right now. You are gonna have to continue until your customer is "satisfied" or you are and I think your customer has still yet to even finish the rest of his drink." Monika says loud enough to be heard through Natsuki's failed attempts at holding in her moans.

Feeling encouraged by what she said you continue your movement, watching the petite stripper's face almost being lost in bliss as she continued to bounce. Processing Monika's words more carefully you look down to her barely still taped breasts and see left over trails of **** running down to her hips, and choosing to take in Monika's words you cease your thrusts, much to everyone's disappointment.

You lean in close and reach out your tongue, and begin licking each one til the pieces of tape fall off.

Natsuki couldnt focus anymore, now only half heartedly trying to contain herself. She raised her ass off of your crotch, shaky knees doing their best to keep her already exposed pussy from falling down to your crotch again. Her hands behind her back were holding onto your legs as handles for support, giving you a little more room to lick down her body.

You lean in even closer resuming your soft licks upon her chest, going down slowly. You have been following the trails of **** like a guide, but you truly couldn't care what it was for the taste has long since been forgotten. Finally, your exploring mouth reaches it's destination, getting a taste of Natsuki's wet pussy.

At this point you could practically feel Yuri's breath on your side. You glance towards her, seeing how she's panting, keeping her hands away from her legs and her arms crossed like in a straight jacket as she rubs her crossed forearms against her cleavage while her hands are tightly grabbing her biceps, keeping her from getting herself off before getting her turn in an admirable show of restraint.

You look back to Natsuki or rather to her chest and go back to enjoying your drink. She is almost there, and you can tell. The sensitivity settings clearly have made the girls far more **** to hour actions.

You prepare to deliver the final blow.