Théâtre Chochotte Part 1: The Hard Walk Home

In my lap you were naked and grinding,
your ass moving and pressing.
I grew harder and harder.

With only thin suitpants between us,
you had to know how precisely you pleased me.
Your ass stroking my hard cock.

Your tits were just a breath away,
moving in a sensual way as you arched your back.
You started touching your pussy.

As you were pretending to cum,
I was just a few touches from actually cumming.
The song ended and you stand up smiling at me.

At midnight and closing hours,
I'm hoping to finish with a private dance.
You walk away with another man and I walk home, hard.

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