“You need to stop that; I am not a sex toy here to help you cum.”

— To the guy who kept pulling and jerking at my hips and ass like they were just awkward extensions of his fist.
And even worse, gasping raggedly and twitching like he was about to come on me any second.
Nothing against orgasms but the price of a lapdance does not come anywhere near to covering providing them, let alone covering contact with anyone’s body fluids. For real.

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