tell you? Either get me hard and make me cum or I kill you?”
Before the girl could let out a whelp, another stripper walked seductively out of the shadows in nothing but some black Christian Louboutin wearing a black see-through thong.
Startled, Daiki turned around and pointed his gun at her face. “Who the fuck?”
The woman known as Illicit stared Daiki directly in the eyes and smiled flirtatiously. Without a shred of fear, she grabbed Daiki’s hand and lowered it. Daiki gasped as a tingle shot from his hand to his lower extremities and he began to get aroused.
“Don’t you think it’s a little bit unfair that you’re going to kill this girl because she’s unable to make you cum?” Illicit asked. “Maybe she just doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing. There’s an art to fellatio. It takes more than wrapping your mouth around a stiff piece of meat and just bobbing your head up and down.”
Illicit licked her lips and slowly rolled her tongue around in her mouth to tease Daiki. “They say a woman who’s well versed with her tongue is able to paralyze a man in the most intense sensations of pleasure and bring him to the edge of death as he climaxes. I have even seen women so experienced and trained in the art that they are able to make a man lose control of his bodily functions and shit on himself.”
As Illicit stood there with her hair draping down and covering his breast, Daiki couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He was so intimidated by her beauty that he stood in almost a trance-like state for an entire minute.
“Who are you?” asked Daiki.
Illicit grabbed Daiki’s hand and sucked on his finger. Daiki’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as another sensation shot through Daiki and he immediately got a full erection.
Before Daiki could do or say anything, Illicit rubbed his chest down to his crouch and then French kissed him, seductively sticking her tongue in his mouth and gently biting on his lower lip.
Illicit bit on Daiki’s earlobe and whispered in his ear, “Do you want to me to bring you to the edge of death?”
Daiki took another gulp and nodded.
Illicit didn’t say a word. She moved her eyes toward the woman giving Daiki the signal for some privacy.
Daiki looked at the stripper and immediately pointed his gun at her. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND TELL EVERYONE I’M NOT TO BE DISTURBED!”
As the stripper scurried to gather her clothes and ran out of the V.I.P., Daiki turned to Illicit, who had vanished.
Suddenly, the light on the center stage came on as “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd began playing. As soon as the beat dropped, Illicit started walking seductively to the pole.
Daiki smiled and sat down on one of the sofas in the Night Nurses ’ main area and waited to be enticed.
Illicit grabbed the pole and strutted around it provocatively. With every move Illicit made, she kept looking Daiki directly in the eyes. Each move drawing him in more and more like an addict. Illicit turned around, began twerking her buttocks and smacked her left cheek.
Daiki took a huge gulp and scooted to the edge of the sofa as the music blared from the speakers.
Illicit ignored Daiki and went on dancing, flinging her jet black hair back over her shoulder, grinding sexually against the pole, revealing her succulent breast and pink hard nipples.
In the midst of dancing, Illicit jumped in the air and twirled around the pole. Her limber legs were to die for and she could see from the possessed eyes of her audience that they wanted to jump her bones. But even with the hardened Japanese yakuza, the certain shyness still displayed itself whenever it came to beautiful women.
Daiki Fukai was no exception.
As she twirled around the pole, the song was close to her end and the men cheered and gave Illicit their money. Ignoring the yen that had been thrown at her, she strolled in front of Daiki and brought
Before the girl could let out a whelp, another stripper walked seductively out of the shadows in nothing but some black Christian Louboutin wearing a black see-through thong.
Startled, Daiki turned around and pointed his gun at her face. “Who the fuck?”
The woman known as Illicit stared Daiki directly in the eyes and smiled flirtatiously. Without a shred of fear, she grabbed Daiki’s hand and lowered it. Daiki gasped as a tingle shot from his hand to his lower extremities and he began to get aroused.
“Don’t you think it’s a little bit unfair that you’re going to kill this girl because she’s unable to make you cum?” Illicit asked. “Maybe she just doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing. There’s an art to fellatio. It takes more than wrapping your mouth around a stiff piece of meat and just bobbing your head up and down.”
Illicit licked her lips and slowly rolled her tongue around in her mouth to tease Daiki. “They say a woman who’s well versed with her tongue is able to paralyze a man in the most intense sensations of pleasure and bring him to the edge of death as he climaxes. I have even seen women so experienced and trained in the art that they are able to make a man lose control of his bodily functions and shit on himself.”
As Illicit stood there with her hair draping down and covering his breast, Daiki couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He was so intimidated by her beauty that he stood in almost a trance-like state for an entire minute.
“Who are you?” asked Daiki.
Illicit grabbed Daiki’s hand and sucked on his finger. Daiki’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as another sensation shot through Daiki and he immediately got a full erection.
Before Daiki could do or say anything, Illicit rubbed his chest down to his crouch and then French kissed him, seductively sticking her tongue in his mouth and gently biting on his lower lip.
Illicit bit on Daiki’s earlobe and whispered in his ear, “Do you want to me to bring you to the edge of death?”
Daiki took another gulp and nodded.
Illicit didn’t say a word. She moved her eyes toward the woman giving Daiki the signal for some privacy.
Daiki looked at the stripper and immediately pointed his gun at her. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND TELL EVERYONE I’M NOT TO BE DISTURBED!”
As the stripper scurried to gather her clothes and ran out of the V.I.P., Daiki turned to Illicit, who had vanished.
Suddenly, the light on the center stage came on as “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd began playing. As soon as the beat dropped, Illicit started walking seductively to the pole.
Daiki smiled and sat down on one of the sofas in the Night Nurses ’ main area and waited to be enticed.
Illicit grabbed the pole and strutted around it provocatively. With every move Illicit made, she kept looking Daiki directly in the eyes. Each move drawing him in more and more like an addict. Illicit turned around, began twerking her buttocks and smacked her left cheek.
Daiki took a huge gulp and scooted to the edge of the sofa as the music blared from the speakers.
Illicit ignored Daiki and went on dancing, flinging her jet black hair back over her shoulder, grinding sexually against the pole, revealing her succulent breast and pink hard nipples.
In the midst of dancing, Illicit jumped in the air and twirled around the pole. Her limber legs were to die for and she could see from the possessed eyes of her audience that they wanted to jump her bones. But even with the hardened Japanese yakuza, the certain shyness still displayed itself whenever it came to beautiful women.
Daiki Fukai was no exception.
As she twirled around the pole, the song was close to her end and the men cheered and gave Illicit their money. Ignoring the yen that had been thrown at her, she strolled in front of Daiki and brought
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