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Caught By A Latex Cougar
Giving and Getting Head At The Club
I’m coming from work and decided to make a quick pit stop at Club Menage. A popular techno club in downtown Washington, DC.
I will have a couple of drinks, watch some hotties shake their booties, and head home.
As I make my way through the sea of humanity to the bar. I run straight into her. A striking older dishwater blonde, tall and fine.
She dons a black latex dress with black thigh-high latex boots. The strobe lights highlight her pronounced nipples and a silver zipper running from her cleavage to just below her love vessel.
It’s the 90s, her daring attire fits right in with the times. We don’t exchange words, however, her piercing pulsating pupils speak.
“Let’s dance,” they say.
Her hand gripping my buttock signal.
“Let’s bump & grind.”
The music, lights, dry ice, and the babe. How can I resist?
I follow the Club Cougar to the dance floor. Our grinding & bumping; bumping & grinding would make a seasoned strip club barfly blush.
The mystery lady is staring a hole through my soul with her dilated pupils. She unzips her latex just below her bosom and pulls a pill from her ample cleavage…
