Willing Samira

“I want to see Samira first!” You say unashamed to say it in front of your wife and her husband.

She giggles as Esther turns more red. She stands with her eyes staring into yours. She connects her phone to a speaker and plays some music and begins dancing seductively.

She starts by slowly lifting up her shirt. Her back to you as she sways her hips to the beat. You and her husband smile as you admire her perfect frame.

She pulls the shirt off over her head as she tosses it aside. A modest bra covers her nudity. Nothing special, probably something she bought from Walmart.

She looks back at you biting her lip as she unhooks her bra. She allows it to fall to the carpet. She covers her breasts with her arm as she turns and faces you.

Esther squeezes your hand, **** for your attention but you are entranced by the show. Your cock aching to be released as you watch her strip for you.

She removes her arm, exposing her erect nipples to you. She massages her perfectly shaped breasts. Her head tilts back and she stimulates herself.

She walks over to you. She sits on your lap moving her hips around. You don’t touch her but you let her give you a lap dance. As she dances she slowly unbutton your pants and unzipped them. She stands up wiggling her hips to let her pants come down her waist exposing her soft cotton panties to you probably a matching set of her Walmart bra.Perfectly shaped tiny ass wiggles in front of your eyes. She looks back at you biting her lip.

She puts her thumbs inside the waist band and slowly bends down as she allows her panties to slide all the way down. From between her legs you can see her mound peaking through as you admire her.

She comes back over sitting on your lap and wraps her arms around your neck.

“Esther’s turn!”