Stripping for My Boyfriend’s Dad

Even though I’m a stripper, I’ve been saving myself for marriage. I even dance for my boyfriend in the club so we don’t get carried away.

When I meet my boyfriend’s father, I’m shocked to realize I’ve been dancing for him too. My boyfriend told me to do whatever his dad wants, but what he wants is me.

He’s twice my age, gorgeous, rich, and when he touches my thigh, I melt. I eagerly submit to our desires, even when he doesn’t pull out. By the time my boyfriend joins us, my innocence is gone, and I’m filled with virile seed.