Melrose Foxxx
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Melrose wore a big, fluffy tail that twitched with every step and made her grin like she knew exactly what she was up to. She leaned over the table, pressed her tits flat against the cool glass, and the boys who’d paid for the lap dance stared straight at the tiny black thong disappearing between her round ass cheeks. When she hooked a thumb under the lace and peeled it aside, she winked at the front row and the slick pink of her pussy winked right back at them. Her fingers slid slow, two of them vanishing knuckle-deep; the audience heard the wet little sound every time she pulled them out, and a few guys shifted in their chairs like the price of admission suddenly felt cheap. She brought those fingers to her mouth, sucked them clean, and then spread herself wide, offering a perfect view of the pretty crease above her clit and the shiny stretch of her hole. Every thrust made her tail bob, every moan sounded half playful, half serious—exactly the right amount of trouble.
Melrose Foxxx
Melrose wore a big, fluffy tail that twitched with every step and made her grin like she knew exactly what she was up to. She leaned over the table, pressed her tits flat against the cool glass, and the boys who’d paid for the lap dance stared straight at the tiny black thong disappearing between her round ass cheeks. When she hooked a thumb under the lace and peeled it aside, she winked at the front row and the slick pink of her pussy winked right back at them. Her fingers slid slow, two of them vanishing knuckle-deep; the audience heard the wet little sound every time she pulled them out, and a few guys shifted in their chairs like the price of admission suddenly felt cheap. She brought those fingers to her mouth, sucked them clean, and then spread herself wide, offering a perfect view of the pretty crease above her clit and the shiny stretch of her hole. Every thrust made her tail bob, every moan sounded half playful, half serious—exactly the right amount of trouble.
