Sarah gazed into the ornate mirror with its silvered edges, intricate with history. As she looked deeper, the room behind her began to blur, and a hazy, otherworldly glow enveloped her vision. Suddenly, she was no longer in her dim room but standing atop a neon-lit stage dropping her bra, marked by a drum rim shot.
From behind the exotic dancer admirers below, she saw him approach the stage. The glow of twirling pumpkins did little to mask her wet folds as she expected him in her later tonight. Now the hot cum was deep inside her.
