Sandra was already alone. Alone in that crowded club filled with people, with the music so loud she could feel the thumps of the subwoofer on her chest. Who had sent her to accompany her friend to that place, only because she was too afraid to go with a guy she just met a few days ago. And now, alone, by obligation since her friend left with the guy to a more private place.
Rushing the glass, thoughtful, taking a glance around her. It was one of those clubs where guys fill up... it must be because of the strippers who work there. Looking more closely, she realized that the guys were paying more attention to her body than to the music... Suddenly, a tingling sensation rose up from her stomach, not knowing if it was the alcohol, those gazes or everything, but suddenly she felt like being bad...
She had always liked playing with the guys, no doubt. She would approach them, move close to them, talk to them with double meaning and then leave them wanting more. It wasn't that she enjoyed warming up cocks, but she felt attractive, powerful. This bad night could turn into a good one. It was in her hands, or rather, in her charms.
She left the empty glass on the bar and headed towards the dance floor. She danced very sensually, to the rhythm of the music. At that moment, she felt like the protagonist of the dance floor, with many guys looking at her, passing by the unattainable strippers, and admiring a girl who wanted to party. She would glance around occasionally, as if searching for someone among the crowd. She noticed three guys who were very good-looking, about 25 years old. But they weren't looking at her, surely they hadn't even realized it yet, or maybe... The point is that they weren't looking at her. They were busy and observing the strippers.
Hurt in her pride, she didn't stay with her arms crossed. She headed towards them, and pushed her way between two of them, trying to touch her body as much as possible, before starting to dance like she knew how... In front of them. I didn't know yet if they had noticed, but there were two things that had become clear to me, I was strong and at least one of them had it well hard...
When I hadn't even finished thinking this when the three boys were already around me. I didn't understand much of what was happening, but I felt like the vodka had made more effect on me than I thought. I should be careful, I was drunker than I thought. So I decided to keep dancing... But something wasn't working well, I wasn't touching the floor with my feet. I looked around and saw the three boys holding me with such elegance that nobody was noticing.
We were heading towards the exit. I was scared, I didn't want anything with them, I just wanted to warm them up and leave them with a good hard cock. But it wasn't going well for me. The drink wasn't letting me think quickly enough to avoid it. I was scared... and excited. What for me were seconds were minutes for the others, no doubt the drink wasn't helping.
Suddenly I felt like I was being pushed forward... It took me a while to realize that I wasn't in the disco anymore, I was in a car that was braking... It seemed like we had already arrived at where they were taking me. I looked around both sides, I was sitting between two of the boys, the other one was driving. I heard laughter and loose phrases like she's good the slut, has a good screw... I was worried, but it wasn't exactly the words that were worrying me, more like the hands that were exploring my body.
Sandra was stumbling while they held her, we were heading towards a motel. The door hadn't even closed when Sandra realized she was already on the bed in her underwear. She knew there were three boys with her in the room, but she couldn't say what each one of them was doing... A language that within its mouth prevented it from saying no, please... She couldn't take it anymore, she was surrendering to those three strangers. At least she felt good, enjoying herself, scared, but enjoying herself.
The three strangers were doing everything they wanted with her. They were fucking her wherever and however they pleased. Sandra was enjoying herself. She could feel cocks entering and leaving her mouth, her pussy... and a place she never thought one would enter, her ass. She could hear things that excited her even more, like what beautiful tits, I love them, with a tight little ass...
Sandra regained consciousness, having fainted just when they were all fucking her at the same time... Her conscience lasted long enough for her to notice that the three of them had come all over her at the same time. She didn't care anymore, closed her eyes and fell asleep exhausted.
When she woke up, Sandra noticed that her body was sticky, her mouth had a sour and bitter taste. She got up with pain, her ass hurt a lot, her poor pussy burned. She looked around once more, her clothes were on the floor, and there was some money on the table. She struggled to get dressed, missing her underwear... little surprise... She grabbed the money, there wasn't much, but enough for a taxi. After much difficulty walking and getting in, she asked them to take her home...........
Rushing the glass, thoughtful, taking a glance around her. It was one of those clubs where guys fill up... it must be because of the strippers who work there. Looking more closely, she realized that the guys were paying more attention to her body than to the music... Suddenly, a tingling sensation rose up from her stomach, not knowing if it was the alcohol, those gazes or everything, but suddenly she felt like being bad...
She had always liked playing with the guys, no doubt. She would approach them, move close to them, talk to them with double meaning and then leave them wanting more. It wasn't that she enjoyed warming up cocks, but she felt attractive, powerful. This bad night could turn into a good one. It was in her hands, or rather, in her charms.
She left the empty glass on the bar and headed towards the dance floor. She danced very sensually, to the rhythm of the music. At that moment, she felt like the protagonist of the dance floor, with many guys looking at her, passing by the unattainable strippers, and admiring a girl who wanted to party. She would glance around occasionally, as if searching for someone among the crowd. She noticed three guys who were very good-looking, about 25 years old. But they weren't looking at her, surely they hadn't even realized it yet, or maybe... The point is that they weren't looking at her. They were busy and observing the strippers.
Hurt in her pride, she didn't stay with her arms crossed. She headed towards them, and pushed her way between two of them, trying to touch her body as much as possible, before starting to dance like she knew how... In front of them. I didn't know yet if they had noticed, but there were two things that had become clear to me, I was strong and at least one of them had it well hard...
When I hadn't even finished thinking this when the three boys were already around me. I didn't understand much of what was happening, but I felt like the vodka had made more effect on me than I thought. I should be careful, I was drunker than I thought. So I decided to keep dancing... But something wasn't working well, I wasn't touching the floor with my feet. I looked around and saw the three boys holding me with such elegance that nobody was noticing.
We were heading towards the exit. I was scared, I didn't want anything with them, I just wanted to warm them up and leave them with a good hard cock. But it wasn't going well for me. The drink wasn't letting me think quickly enough to avoid it. I was scared... and excited. What for me were seconds were minutes for the others, no doubt the drink wasn't helping.
Suddenly I felt like I was being pushed forward... It took me a while to realize that I wasn't in the disco anymore, I was in a car that was braking... It seemed like we had already arrived at where they were taking me. I looked around both sides, I was sitting between two of the boys, the other one was driving. I heard laughter and loose phrases like she's good the slut, has a good screw... I was worried, but it wasn't exactly the words that were worrying me, more like the hands that were exploring my body.
Sandra was stumbling while they held her, we were heading towards a motel. The door hadn't even closed when Sandra realized she was already on the bed in her underwear. She knew there were three boys with her in the room, but she couldn't say what each one of them was doing... A language that within its mouth prevented it from saying no, please... She couldn't take it anymore, she was surrendering to those three strangers. At least she felt good, enjoying herself, scared, but enjoying herself.
The three strangers were doing everything they wanted with her. They were fucking her wherever and however they pleased. Sandra was enjoying herself. She could feel cocks entering and leaving her mouth, her pussy... and a place she never thought one would enter, her ass. She could hear things that excited her even more, like what beautiful tits, I love them, with a tight little ass...
Sandra regained consciousness, having fainted just when they were all fucking her at the same time... Her conscience lasted long enough for her to notice that the three of them had come all over her at the same time. She didn't care anymore, closed her eyes and fell asleep exhausted.
When she woke up, Sandra noticed that her body was sticky, her mouth had a sour and bitter taste. She got up with pain, her ass hurt a lot, her poor pussy burned. She looked around once more, her clothes were on the floor, and there was some money on the table. She struggled to get dressed, missing her underwear... little surprise... She grabbed the money, there wasn't much, but enough for a taxi. After much difficulty walking and getting in, she asked them to take her home...........
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