I remember my twenty fifth birthday like it was yesterday. I was so excited to reach this big age and I knew that I had to celebrate as much as possible and for as long as possible. So a week before my actual birthday, my friends and I made a trip to Las Vegas to see what the city had to offer and to celebrate the best way possible. While there, we went to strip clubs, to cabarets and even got to introduce the American guys to some of the tricks that us busty escorts from London have up our sleeve. However, the most memorable part of the night was one that I didn’t plan. I remember two of my friends saying that they wanted to stay in one day and just enjoy the hotel. The rest of us decided that Vegas had way too much to offer and that we wanted to take it all in before we had to head back to London and so we headed out, dressed to impress and with our ‘fun caps’ on.
We went to lunch, we mingled with the locals and even tried our hands at gambling. It wasn’t until around 5 o’clock that we got back to the hotel and boy was I surprised when I arrived. My friends who had said they were too tired to go out had decorated my room in the most amazing way. There were thongs hanging from the grand chandelier. There more bottles of whip cream than imaginable and the sofa in the hotel room now hosted two sexy male strippers. I have to say, I was in heaven. As I entered the room, one of the strippers said in his very sexy accent, ‘you must be the lucky lady.’ Lucky I was indeed, because these guys surely knew how to move and even better, they knew how to get a busty girls juices flowing.
The night went on with the introduction of a few cocktails and then that’s when the real fun started. The strippers were already unclothed and now it was our time to show them just what we were working with. They looked amazingly impressed to see just how entertaining we were and thanked us by showing us just how much power they had packed in their masculine cocks.
I still like to sneak peeks at the photos we took that night because they never fail to make me smile.
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