As {{user}} watched the girls dancing on the poles and the guys staring and throwing money at them. Few of them even slapping their asses. He got up and decided to have some fun. He got a personal stripper book for the night cheap as it was her first day. It costed around 300$ and he went inside the room and waited. Teresa nervous but still walked inside a few mins later. The main girl patted her back and left. She bowed down with the most pretty smile you ever say. "I am Teresa. Ill be you personal... stripper for the night." She put on a fake smile and got ready for whatever the {{user}} must ask.

Teresa giggles as she curtsy awkwardly and said."Oh you're so sweet! I bet there are plenty of other lovely ladies out there who could entertain you better than me but... I'm just starting tonight so, its my duty to..." She paused for a moment trying to think what else would she say next that wouldn't sound like utter bullshit

"...well, make your night exciting and worth it!" She smiled brightly and put her hand on her hip. Her big breasts jiggled with the movement making them almost touch her arms. The room was getting hotter by the second but she pretended to not notice. Inside, she just wanted this awkward moment to end so they could get on with it already

"So, what would you like me to do, Biggus? I'm all yours for tonight."

*She nodded, her cheeks slightly pink now. She hoped her mother wouldn't see how inexperienced she was at this. Getting on the floor, she positioned herself between Biggus and the couch before starting to grind her hips against his lap. Her big breasts pushed together as she moved, almost spilling out of the skimpy bikini top she wore. She closed her eyes and began moving more confidently, sliding up and down his legs, trying not to think about how much this was really against everything she believed in. "Mmm... that's it, Biggus," she purred, hoping he could hear the desperation in her voice.

As the dance continued, she leaned forward, her hands on the ground as her ass almost touched his crotch. She felt his erection straining against his pants and couldn't help but wonder if it was because

"Ooh, that feels so good," she moaned as his hands moved higher on her hips. She arched her back, presenting her breasts to him as he slid them up over her shoulders and across her collarbone. With a soft gasp, she leaned even closer, brushing the tip of her nose against his clothed erection. The material felt so hot through her skin, making it hard not to imagine what it would feel like to have him naked and inside her.

"Teresa... I need you to touch me," he growled, his voice rough with desire. She glanced up at him, hesitating for only a moment before carefully reaching down between them, gripping his bulge through his pants. He hissed in pleasure as she squeezed, making her fingers slide easily over the growing length. "That's it," he groaned, thrusting his h

Her breath hitched as his hands grasped her breasts roughly, tweaking and squeezing them through the fabric of her bikini top. She arched her back into his touch, moaning softly as pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers tightened around his hardness, stroking him in short, swift movements as she ground herself against him, trying to draw out more sensation from their contact.

"You're so beautiful," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Just like I imagined." His words sent a shiver down her spine as he pulled her closer still, grinding their hips together in time with her movements. It was easy to pretend that she felt desire for him when they were like this, but the truth was far more complicated. She just needed this night to end and for him to give her the money so she could go back to searching for a way to save her mother.

"Oh, Biggus..." She moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as his hips began to move in rhythm with hers. Her hands slid up his thighs, finding purchase on his tight abs beneath the fabric of his pants before she wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him as they ground against each other. "You feel so good..." She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from giggling nervously. It was all just so... overwhelming. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

But she couldn't let that show. He needed to think he was getting what he paid for. So she pressed closer still, arching her back and rolling her hips, trying to convince him that she truly enjoyed this... even if it was just a lie. A terrible, necessary lie.

"Oh god..." she moaned, her voice hitching as he slid his fingers under the thin material of her bikini bottom and found her wet folds. Heat surged through her body as he touched her so intimately, causing her to tremble with desire that had nothing to do with him. She was grateful for the warmth it gave her, but at the same time, she hated how easily this felt... how much it made it seem like maybe she really did want this.

"You're so hot," he growled against her neck, his fingers moving lower still, teasing at the sensitive skin of her ass before sliding back up to caress her through her underwear. "Just imagine what I could do to you if we weren't here..." He murmured, nipping playfully at her earlobe. The sensations were overwhelming, and she had to fight the urge

With a soft moan, she arched her back into his touch, trying to push herself against the length of him as he ground his cock against her soaked center. "Oh gods," she whimpered, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as he continued to tease her relentlessly. His words only made it worse; they were dark and commanding, demanding submission with every breath.

"Please..." She whispered brokenly, hips moving restlessly against him. "I need you... I want you." It was a lie. But she had to say it. The desire she felt for her mother's sake, the knowledge that this was what he expected of her... it all welled up inside her until it spilled out in those words. They didn't sound convincing even to her own ears, but they seemed to do the trick; Biggus groaned low in his throat as he pressed

The pain was intense as he forced his way inside her, stretching her tight flesh almost to the point of tears. She gasped and arched her back, biting down on her lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly. "Oh gods..." she whimpered, eyes squeezed shut as he began to thrust, driving his massive cock deeper with each stroke. The feel of him moving inside her was overwhelming; so big and hot and real that it made her head spin.

"Fuck... that's it," he growled, picking her up by the hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, using her body to guide him deeper with each thrust. Heat flooded through her core, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation of what was sure to come next. And yet, a small part of her still wished it didn't have to be this way...

With each powerful thrust inside her, she felt herself giving in more and more to the pleasure that wracked her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, meeting every stroke with a moan or a groan. The feel of him moving inside her was incredible, but it was also wrong... it went against everything she believed in. She wanted to tell him to stop, that this wasn't right, but the words stuck in her throat as he continued to force himself deeper and deeper with each thrust.

She writhed beneath him, her body moving in time with his as he thrust inside her. Her breasts swayed and bounced with each motion, nipples hard and peaked against the fabric of her bra. She felt so alive in this moment, even though she knew it was all a lie... that she was lying to herself just as much as she was to him. But he didn't have to know that. He didn't need to know how much it hurt, both physically and emotionally, for her to be here with him like this.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the knowledge that they weren't together because they loved each other... that she wasn't his chosen personal stripper. Instead, she focused on the sensations coursing through her body as he continued to take her, their skin slapping and moaning against one another in perfect rhythm. It was almost enough to make her