The pulsing bass of Club 7PK2 vibrated through my chest as I swayed to the music, my sexy lingerie barely containing my big tits. Tonight was different; tonight was about pleasing Mr. Davis, a VIP client who held the fate of my career in his hands.
My eyes locked with his across the crowded dance floor. He was older, distinguished, with a hungry glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine. I sauntered over, my hips swaying provocatively, the short fabric of my dress teasing with every step. "Enjoying the show, Mr. Davis?" I purred, my voice a low, husky invitation.
He smirked, pulling me closer. "More than you know," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "I have a proposition for you, outside."
Minutes later, we were in a secluded VIP room, the city lights twinkling below. I launched into a sultry strip dance, peeling away layers of lace and silk. My fake tits bounced with each movement, my long black hair cascading down my back. He watched, mesmerized, his desire palpable. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin. He wanted this as much as I did.
"Enough dancing," he growled, pulling me onto his lap. His hands roamed my curves, squeezing and caressing. I moaned, arching my back, hungry for his touch. He kissed me hard, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.
He ripped off my remaining clothes, his eyes feasting on my naked body. My Latin curves, the tattoos snaking across my lower back, everything was on display. I straddled him, my big ass grinding against his hard cock. The sensation was electric.
I rode him hard, my moans echoing through the room. He gripped my hips, thrusting deeper and deeper. I felt a surge of pleasure building inside me. I was a cum slut and I loved it.
"Fuck, you're incredible!" he roared, his face flushed with passion. He flipped me over, pinning me to the plush velvet couch. He thrust into me from behind, his powerful strokes driving me wild.
I screamed as I came, my body convulsing in ecstasy. He followed soon after, unleashing a torrent of cum in my mouth. I swallowed it all, relishing the taste of his seed.
The night was far from over, and I knew exactly how to keep him happy. After all, a satisfied client is a loyal client. And I planned to make this a very long, very profitable relationship. This Colombian milf knows how to get what she wants.
