Jen didn't reply, she just kept sobbing into her hands. Her thighs were now either side of my hips, and I began to stroke them tenderly. Instantly, my high evaporated, as the reality of her words sunk in. When Elena returned, she noticed that some of the guys around us were getting lap dances from the girls and she watched curiously. 'Me too. That was awesome,' I responded, as I carefully peeled the now filled prophylactic, from my softening member. As Jen rose, she gave my shaft a little squeeze. 'Oh, that's so hot,' I breathed, as Jen reached back down, and gently drove her digit into my rectum. Eventually the club manager came over to politely tell us that we had to cool it or else leave since he could get in trouble for our public display. I'm sure he probably didn't know where it was all headed in full view of the customers. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, then Jen broke stride. Jen took the initial surges then drew back and vigorously worked my shaft, sending cum flying. "Say what? Seriously? Are you kidding me? Huh? Having gay sex wasn't as horrible as you thought it would be? Is that what you just said? What are you going to tell me next, that you're gay?" Steve then leaned in and said, "I think they went back to have sex in the dressing room."
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