You sit on your chair, inches from the couch, soaking in the heat. In the first three rounds, Richard wins, and Bruna Santos plays along with a hunger that’s palpable: a sexy lap dance, stripping to her lingerie, and a tease that leaves them both aching. She’s been performing for you as much as for him, her eyes constantly finding yours. Then, the final card flips. It’s your win. The room vibrates with anticipation. With a single, decisive nod toward the couch, you dare them to go all the way right there in front of you. Bruna’s face lights up with a wicked grin; this is exactly what she wanted. She simply holds your gaze, her expression promising everything, and straddles Richard right in your line of sight. You sit back as they collide in a raw, rhythmic fuck. Every wet sound and guttural moan is an invitation. Bruna arches her back, locking eyes with you as she takes him, making sure you see every intimate detail of the show she’s putting on for her favorite friend.
