Ryan asked Connie to stop.

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

Connie slowly pulled his cock from her lips. "You don't like it?" she asked with a slight frown.

"No, no, no. I love it but I don't want to cum in your mouth," Ryan replied.

"It's okay if you do," Connie said with smile, trying to please him.

"I think he rather cum inside you," Marlissa said, glancing at her husband.

"Oh, right," Connie said. "I have a condom in my purse."

"No, it's alright. Don't bother," Marlissa whispered soothingly in Connie's ear, her emerald eyes glowing slightly. She kissed the stripper, tasting Ryan's salty cum on her lips.

Connie nodded, putting her purse down.

Ryan wondered how he would take the redhead stripper.