Sexy flexible strip dance

Title: A Flexibly Seductive Striptease

Oh, to witness such a spectacle! There she was, a goddess, a nymph, a temptress, gyrating to the sultry rhythms of the music. Her lithe body, trained in the art of flexibility, was a wonder to behold as she contorted herself in ways that defied the laws of physics. And those curves, oh those curves! Plump roundbottom bounced as she danced, hypnotic in its jiggles. mound of her breasts heaved with each roll of her hips.

Clad in what could barely be called lingerie, she began her tantalizing ritual. Delicate fingers slid down her decolletage, tracing visible rib bones en route to the fastenings of her barely-there bra. With a coy smile, the bra fell away, exposing the full glory of her bosom. Pausing to allow the appreciative eye to drink in the sight, she swayed sensuously, allowing nipples to respond to the cooler air.

Next, the scraps of lace masquerading as a thong slid down her lush thighs, slow enough to build anticipation. She stepped out of it, now nude except for heels bleached to match her hair. No longer shy, she turned and presented her shapely derriere, thighs spread in wanton invitation. One stocking-clad leg rose high, flexing at the knee, while the other was Parks in an athlete’s stance.

Topping her carnal show, she squeezed her asscheeks together, Winking her puckered rosebud at her unseen audience. Then, spinning on one spiked heel, she flipped her hair coquettishly over her shoulder, sailing through the splits with fluid grace. This was only the beginning of her naughty striptease dance…

The fully nude vixen continued her erotic display, arching her torso above her bent knees. Those pert nipples stood at attention, calling to be pinched and caressed. Fingertips played ghost across their hypersensitive tips as she undulated through the split. Elbows rested on inner thighs, a position most contortionists coveted, but she mastered with her astoundingly flexible body.

Regaining her skyscraper heels, the temptress unabashedly displayed her assets, still wielding her

dancer’s wedge for a tantalizing sex appeal. Impishly, she caressed her sex, glistening wet with arousal and ready for some toy play. To the musical crescendo, she made clothed breast poking and twerking ,and bites her lip and smacks her lap.

Facing the mirror once more, she raised her arms above her head in an exaggerated stretch, fingers interlacing in a toe-touch. This motion served to showcase her labiop cefonas, slightly parted and begging for penetration. Lost in the throes of her own lusty dance, she leaned forward and slid two delicate digits into her ready sex . Her neck arched,; her head flung back in ecstasy.

Rolling her hips to the music’s sensual beat, she fucked herself with crooked fingers, in and out until her pale pink folds shone with juices. Her plump rear wiggled seductively, responsive to the underving of her fingers in her moistened channel. Her other hand splayed across her belly, tracing the dip of her navel.

Now her hips rolled faster, with a jerking, irregular motion. Her thighs squeezed together hard, and a quiver ran through her supple body. The torturous rhythm increased to accommodate her escapoding climactic urge. Steadying herself against the dressing table, she let go completely, riding every shudder of her orgasm to the

ultimate conclusion. Throwing back her head, she let out a lusty mewl as her pleasure peaked

Shuddering through the aftershocks in the last notes of the music, the dancer cooled her needy body and ran her hands over her gleaming perspiration. Bending at the waist to scoop up her tattered lingerie, she strutted away to seek a more appointed place to medicate her “condition.”