We begin to pick up some of the blooms—we keep them in big vases in the dressing room. I’m just bending near the edge of the stage where those sexy men are when the one with the light eyes leans forward. I spy his blond, almost shaved head and bright blue eyes, and in his hand, he holds a rose. He’s half in the light, half in the dark, but my heart skips at seeing his sharp, beautiful face and the lust in his eyes. His hunger shoots straight to my pussy and has my clit throbbing. He extends the rose to me with a smile, and I hear the others starting to leave the stage, so with a wink, I accept
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