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lap dance: gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene
lap dance: gucci-flipflops:
Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

lap dance: gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene
lap dance: gucci-flipflops:

Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

lap dance: gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene
lap dance: gucci-flipflops:

Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

lap dance: gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene
lap dance: gucci-flipflops:

Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

lap dance: yeoriches: When she give your homie lap dance and not you
lap dance: yeoriches:

When she give your homie lap dance and not you

yeoriches: When she give your homie lap dance and not you

lap dance: When you call her a bitch vs when the DJ says "all bad bitches to the dance floor You guys gotta excuse me for being so slow on posting but it's all for a good cause and I'm coming back in FULL EFFECT ASAP. So since I've been slacking here's a real life story at my first ever strip club. Oh and SWIPE LEFT πŸ‘ˆ for more gems and please follow my other page (@thebestnochillzone) if you haven't yet, love you guys. - The second time I went to a strip club I never had experienced a lap dance so my homie waited till the most finest piece of ass came around and he quickly whistled at her and she came walking over with that shbooty just bouncing from side to side like one of those bobble head toys. He then said "take my homie and give him a good dance" as she reached for my hand my balls began to tingle and sweat started drippin from my gooch, I could smell the previous guy she had her coochie all over, the smell of vagina began to be more prominent as we stepped into her corridors. She then had me sit down and she started working her magic. I felt as one with her, almost as if my penis was made specifically for her anatomy, as she danced I then whispered into her ear "LET ME FUCK" she said "no no no seΓ±or" I then reached around and whispered again "BITCH LET ME FUCK" she responded in such a exotic way explaining she was working and couldn't allow us to engage in sexual activitys. She then did a crazy little twirl as the third song played and her vagina thrusted against my mouth and I immediately began to smell the aroma of cheap burgers and 3 week of chicken chow mein. She noticed my actions and realized I became disgusted and voiced that it's been 3 songs, me again being an idiot I thought a dance was just $20 flat I had no idea it was $20 a song and I was on my last $20. That was again the most awkward thing I've ever dealt with so I told her to hang on to my wallet while I go to the ATM. I retrieved my wallet and paid the Spanish girl who rocked my world! THE END. πŸ‘‰πŸ‘Œ -
lap dance: When you call her a bitch vs when
 the DJ says "all bad bitches to the
 dance floor
You guys gotta excuse me for being so slow on posting but it's all for a good cause and I'm coming back in FULL EFFECT ASAP. So since I've been slacking here's a real life story at my first ever strip club. Oh and SWIPE LEFT πŸ‘ˆ for more gems and please follow my other page (@thebestnochillzone) if you haven't yet, love you guys. - The second time I went to a strip club I never had experienced a lap dance so my homie waited till the most finest piece of ass came around and he quickly whistled at her and she came walking over with that shbooty just bouncing from side to side like one of those bobble head toys. He then said "take my homie and give him a good dance" as she reached for my hand my balls began to tingle and sweat started drippin from my gooch, I could smell the previous guy she had her coochie all over, the smell of vagina began to be more prominent as we stepped into her corridors. She then had me sit down and she started working her magic. I felt as one with her, almost as if my penis was made specifically for her anatomy, as she danced I then whispered into her ear "LET ME FUCK" she said "no no no seΓ±or" I then reached around and whispered again "BITCH LET ME FUCK" she responded in such a exotic way explaining she was working and couldn't allow us to engage in sexual activitys. She then did a crazy little twirl as the third song played and her vagina thrusted against my mouth and I immediately began to smell the aroma of cheap burgers and 3 week of chicken chow mein. She noticed my actions and realized I became disgusted and voiced that it's been 3 songs, me again being an idiot I thought a dance was just $20 flat I had no idea it was $20 a song and I was on my last $20. That was again the most awkward thing I've ever dealt with so I told her to hang on to my wallet while I go to the ATM. I retrieved my wallet and paid the Spanish girl who rocked my world! THE END. πŸ‘‰πŸ‘Œ -

You guys gotta excuse me for being so slow on posting but it's all for a good cause and I'm coming back in FULL EFFECT ASAP. So since I'v...

lap dance: gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene
lap dance: gucci-flipflops:

Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

lap dance: gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene
lap dance: gucci-flipflops:

Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

lap dance: gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene
lap dance: gucci-flipflops:

Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

gucci-flipflops: Death Proof - Lap Dance Scene

lap dance: I'm over at this one girl crib because her parents don't give a fuck about her and they never home. It's me, my boy Rodger and two other girls. Rachel and Kelly. They was in the kitchen whipping up some food while we was watching the super bowl. Rodger bet me big money on this game. Rachel and Kelly came out the kitchen Minutes later with straight disrespect. They tried to whip us up some fried chicken but ain't know how to cook. She put the frozen wings in the oven and left it on broil. Them baby chicks died in vain. Rachel & Kelly went in the kitchen to get some juice I tossed them wings under the couch so quick. I heard them make a "Dud" sound against the wall. Rachel and Kelly come back out with more food like I made y'all some hot dogs too. Hot dogs was also burnt. No reason why a Oscar Meyer frank should look like a stapler. The Kool aid was hella diluted. White girls cant cook so you know I had to pull out my emergency bag of hot Cheetos. Half time approaching and Falcons straight annihilating the Pats. This game was over. It was clear I was about to lose the bet. Kelly comes in like "New England is beating the patriots omg yay". Rachel replies no silly it's the pigeons vs patriots. At this point I knew my bro Rodger had to have found these bitches form back-page. Rodger takes Kelly in the other room and I'm left with Rachel. Lady Gaga about to come out with some witchcraft when Rachel shuts off the tv. She's like I got a halftime show for you. I'm thinking things about to be lit. WRONG. Shorty slipped out of her snuggy and begin to give me a lap dance. She smelt like straight Wet Nickels and All lives matter. I was not having this bro. My nigga Rodger in the next room crushing cheeks. I'm crying on the couch praying for a miracle. Kelly says she'll brb and goes to the bathroom. I take a knee like Kapernick like God show me a way. I look in the corner of my eye and see a escape rope. I respawned outside and walked my ass home. By the time I get to the crib I see the Falcons pull a Golden state and choke. I won the bet Sunday. I haven't seen Rodger since. Pray for him them bitches prob kidnaped him. I just want my money yo.
lap dance: I'm over at this one girl crib because her parents don't give a fuck about her and they never home. It's me, my boy Rodger and two other girls. Rachel and Kelly. They was in the kitchen whipping up some food while we was watching the super bowl. Rodger bet me big money on this game. Rachel and Kelly came out the kitchen Minutes later with straight disrespect. They tried to whip us up some fried chicken but ain't know how to cook. She put the frozen wings in the oven and left it on broil. Them baby chicks died in vain. Rachel & Kelly went in the kitchen to get some juice I tossed them wings under the couch so quick. I heard them make a "Dud" sound against the wall. Rachel and Kelly come back out with more food like I made y'all some hot dogs too. Hot dogs was also burnt. No reason why a Oscar Meyer frank should look like a stapler. The Kool aid was hella diluted. White girls cant cook so you know I had to pull out my emergency bag of hot Cheetos. Half time approaching and Falcons straight annihilating the Pats. This game was over. It was clear I was about to lose the bet. Kelly comes in like "New England is beating the patriots omg yay". Rachel replies no silly it's the pigeons vs patriots. At this point I knew my bro Rodger had to have found these bitches form back-page. Rodger takes Kelly in the other room and I'm left with Rachel. Lady Gaga about to come out with some witchcraft when Rachel shuts off the tv. She's like I got a halftime show for you. I'm thinking things about to be lit. WRONG. Shorty slipped out of her snuggy and begin to give me a lap dance. She smelt like straight Wet Nickels and All lives matter. I was not having this bro. My nigga Rodger in the next room crushing cheeks. I'm crying on the couch praying for a miracle. Kelly says she'll brb and goes to the bathroom. I take a knee like Kapernick like God show me a way. I look in the corner of my eye and see a escape rope. I respawned outside and walked my ass home. By the time I get to the crib I see the Falcons pull a Golden state and choke. I won the bet Sunday. I haven't seen Rodger since. Pray for him them bitches prob kidnaped him. I just want my money yo.

I'm over at this one girl crib because her parents don't give a fuck about her and they never home. It's me, my boy Rodger and two other...