I watched her walk out the door, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She looked incredible in that black lace bodysuit, the thin straps accentuating her curves. The way the lacing hugged her torso made her look both vulnerable and powerful. I knew the men at the club wouldn’t be able to resist her.
The Anticipation of the Night
As I imagined her on the dance floor, surrounded by strangers, I could almost feel their hands on her. The thought of her being touched, explored, made my cock hard. I knew she would be the center of attention, her body a magnet for desire. The way she moved, the way she teased, it was all part of the game we played.
The Reality of Her Night Out
I watched from the shadows, my eyes never leaving her. The way the men felt her up, their hands roaming over her body, was both thrilling and torturous. I could see the lust in their eyes, the hunger in their touches. She was their fantasy, and she knew it. The way she responded, the way she let them touch her, it was all for me. I was the one in control, even as I watched her lose herself in the moment. It was a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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