Hitomi simply rolled her eyes.
"Now I wish you'd dance for me again, and give it your best!" Keith barked, smugly.
So Hitomi danced. She began to slither up and down the pole, fit snugly between her awkwardly large breasts. She began to gyrate her hips slowly and squeezed her tits around the pole, as if giving it a giant titfuck. Hitomi stepped through and suddenly her back was arched against the pole, which was nestled in the cleavage of her butt. She stood tall in this position before slowly bending her knees and descending, her butt sliding down the pole and her legs spreading. She reached a low squat that flaunted her barely-clothed pussy before turning back to the pole and grabbing it with both hands. Still in half-squat, she held herself steady on the pole while she rhythmically rocked her hips to pump and wobble her jelly ass for titilation. She then did it all again, much slower and much, much raunchier.
On her second ass pump, Hitomi suddenly felt a stranger's hand grab her outstretched rear.
"Hey!!" she squealed and leapt to the other side of the pole. She saw Keith, his hand pawing towards her and his eyes drenched with lust. His other hand was stroking his exposed penis.
"Fuck me! Please!?" Keith said almost automatically. The sex-starved desperation in his voice betrayed him. Here was a girl he could control in any way he wanted and he was still, deep down, afraid of refusal? Interesting
