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sweetly before slappin’ a dainty hand over her mouth. Her other hand waves in the general direction of my erection. "Could you at least try to, I don't know, contain it, maybe?"
    My eyes holdin’ hers, I reach down into my jeans and wrangle control of Nessie. Foldin’ it up against my body, I use the elastic band of my boxer briefs to hold down the head. "Better?" I ask, unable to hide my face-splittin’ grin.
    "Yes," she says with what sounds like a relieved exhale before slowly approachin’ me. My eyes are drawn to her tits as they sway in an incredibly hypnotic way with each of her steps. Tentatively grabbin’ my shoulders, she places first one knee down on the couch beside my outer thigh, and then the other so that she's finally straddlin’ my lap. Her perfect tits are now eye level, and I’m unable to stop starin’. The sight of those heavy, swinging temptresses, along with her sweet, citrusy, smell of fresh oranges, has my mouth waterin’. Her pussy, mostly bare with only a thin landing strip, hovers just a few inches above my swollen to capacity cock. My hands are practically twitchin’ with the need to touch her. I want to squeeze a handful of her breasts that look fuller in person than on camera, and swipe my two fingers between her wide open folds to see if she’s even a little wet with arousal. Is she turned on at all bein’ in here with me, or is she just goin’ through the motions, doin’ what’s expected of her?
    The urge to touch her delicate areas is so intense that I have to grab the armrests of the couch cushions and hold on tight to keep them off of her. I brace myself for the magic that's about to happen, Eve grindin’ that beautiful body against my lap…except after five seconds I'm startin’ to think it’s very possible that she's never actually done this before. Her body rolls in this spastic lookin’ move, makin’ me absolutely certain that the inexperience is not an act. I realize this fact about the time that she leans backwards too far. Her arms start wind millin’ as she starts to fall to the floor. Thankfully I have quick reflexes, so I scoop her up, slappin’ both of my hands on her back to catch her. Her skin is so fuckin’ smooth and soft under my fingertips that I can’t resist slidin’ my palms up her spine as I lift her forward to my chest again. Eve lets out a startled yelp at the same time the door flies open, so hard the door knob bangs against the wall.
    "Take your fucking hands off of her!" a giant with a crew cut yells at me.
    Jesus . They actually do monitor these rooms like crazy. Once Eve’s firmly graspin’ my shoulders again, and I'm sure she's got her balance, I throw my palms up facin’ forward to show I've complied with his order. I might fight for a livin’ but I wouldn't last a second in the cage with this mammoth. 
    "It's okay," Eve tells the bouncer without turnin’ around, her head bowed and hair hidin’ her face. "I just lost my balance."
    "Last warning," the man says, pointin’ a thick, meaty finger at me. He could care less about her explanation before he pulls the door shut again.
    "Sorry," she says, her partially hidden face radiatin’ warmth from embarrassment.
    "You've never done a lap dance before, have ya?" I ask, wantin’ to brush the hair behind her ear to see all of her beautiful face.
    She shakes her head, her hair swishin’ from side to side in slow motion like those gorgeous women in shampoo commercials. Who would've thought a porn star would be uncomfortable doin’ a lap dance?
    "If you want to sit right where you are for the rest of the time, that's fine with me," I tell her honestly. "I just wanted to finally meet you, and talk to you without hundreds of other men around." And touch you . God, I would give anything to touch her again. Otherwise, I have doubts that someone as absolutely mesmerizin’ as her really exists.
    "Why?" she asks with a frown, raisin’ her eyes to mine again, seemin’ genuinely confused.