When the moon hits your thigh, like a Cuban pizza pie

While the visit to Foxy's started with the same banal sort of awkward ritz you'd expect for a strip club outside of a strip mall on the suburban side of North Austin, Luna was unforgettable, in a smoldering thick cuban accented sort of way.

She was tall, and smelled nice. She asked if I wanted a dance, and I smiled and said yes. I had inteneded on playing the field a bit, I didn't have a lot of money to throw around, but she was as exotic as moon dust, and when she said her name was Luna, I had to get a closer look.

She looked a bit like Selma Hayek had been cross bred with Rosie Perez in a very attractive way, and she informed me, as she grabbed my erect penis, that this was for her. She positioned it against her clit (she was wearing panties) and began gyrating against me. She informed me that these were for me, and she put her large breasts in my mouth. I don't think that's allowed at Foxy's, but I wasn't going to argue. She felt my penis become more erect, and she seemed surprised at the size of it. As it continued to inflate, she went from impressed flattery to something more aroused, like a moon sprite in heat. I tried to reach in to touch her pussy, but she wouldn't allow it. I settled on more breast suckage, which was a very satisfying consolation prize.