Dirty Poledancer

Franceska Jaimes owned that pole like it owed her money. Every time she hit the stage with Sandy the crowd lost it—hands slapping tables, throats raw from cheering. This particular night they went further than usual. Franceska shackled Sandy’s wrists to the overhead bar, then peeled her own dress away one strap at a time until both women stood naked under the lights. She dropped to her knees, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe up Sandy’s inner thigh before burying her face between her legs. Sandy’s head jerked back, a guttural moan breaking free as Franceska sucked on her clit and pushed two fingers straight into her cunt. The wet sounds carried past the music. When Franceska added a slick thumb pressing against Sandy’s asshole, the brunette’s thighs started shaking, her hips twitching for more. She begged, hips rolling, while Franceska fucked her from both holes at once—slow, deep, unrelenting. By the time Sandy came she was dripping down Franceska’s wrist and the stage lights glistened on every glistening trail.