The Stripper's Secret Weapon - The Secret Weapon

The erections straining against my zipper longed to feel Vesper's body from the inside. A sensation not enjoyed lately due to complex business ventures that left little time for anything besides blowing my load into a sock. The floor groaned and rattled, startling my hand toward my hidden pistol - but nobody else seemed to get excited over it. She floated onto her back as if she were lying down and dipped her hand between her parted thighs. Glowing fingernails stroked over glistening pussy lips before gradually slipping inside. Pleasure widened her smile. Her head lulled to the side, and although I couldn't see her eyes, I swear she was staring directly at me.