Ryan asked Tiffany to stop.

"Sweetie, please stop," Ryan muttered, cupping the young stripper's jaw.

Tiffany slowly pulled his cock from her lips. "If you want to cum in my mouth it'll be an extra hundred dollars."

For a brief moment Ryan considered it.

"I think he rather cum inside you," Marlissa answering for her husband.

"Of course," Tiffany said with a teasing grin. "I have a condom in my purse."

"No, it's all right. Don't bother," Marlissa whispered soothingly in the blonde's ear, her emerald eyes glowing slightly. She kissed the stripper, tasting Ryan's pre-cum on her lips.

Tiffany nodded, putting her purse down.

Ryan wondered how he would take the blonde stripper.