Lap Dance For Cash

My next move was to lift my skirt up all the way so my bare ass was rubbing on him. He held me tighter and after only a few moments he gave a loud grunt and he shot his load between my cheeks, my legs and balls. It must have been weeks since he last wacked off because my underside was sticky and soaking wet. As I continued to sit on his lap and playfully rocked against his crinkly old balls; he snorted back and spit a big wet loogie in the palm of his hand then started stroking my dick. He fondled my nuts with one hand and had a disgusting vice-like grip on my cock with the other. I let him have his fun. This old fart was giving me one hell of a handjob! “Shoot that jizz out your faggot cock for Papa you fat whore!” Old bastard! He pumped out my creamy juice and squeezed my balls, his hand was lightning fast as he jerked me off. After the 4th or 5th spurts he continues to stroke me until he satisfied it was empty then let it go. I got off his sticky lap, straighten out my skirt, got my hat off the floor and told him he can keep the panties. With a wink, I grabbed half the cash on the table as he was coughing behind me. When I looked back he was licking my cum from between his fingers and said “Next time I want more” I lifted my skirt to give him one last glimpse of my brown cakes and walked out the door.