DIMITRA

She walked into her living room, and froze. Her jaw fell as she stared in disbelief.

The brunette stripper sat on a couch, calmly drinking from a glass of white wine.

Dimitra looked around, confused. Giorgios soon appeared, with a glass in hand. 

He saw her, and chuckled excitedly. “You are finally here,” 

He walked up to her, gripped her neck and kissed her soundly.

“I thought I would burst from waiting.” He took her and placed it against his stiff dick, then ...