Dirty talk

Oh, dear naughty boy, how many songs will you keep me back here alone in the private room? Surely enough for a slow, tantalizing peel of every exquisite piece of lingerie off my voluptuous body, isn’t that right? I can see your longing desire to see every curve of my skin slowly revealed to the entrancing sound of the music thumping in the background has enchanted not only your eyes by the glazed look upon your face but has also charmed a certain member under your pants that appears to be busting through the confines of your clothing as well. The allure of an exotic dancer is not only captivatingly full of desire, but irresistible to any man. Let’s go back for some more privacy…