Let her keep going.

From Create Your Own Story

She is damn good at this. You can't deny that. Her lips on your nipples and her fingers against your clit know exactly where to hit. You give a glance towards the bouncer at the entrance to the VIP room but he doesn't notice. That as good. Sexual contact was frequent at the club, the place was basically a glorified brothel, but doing what Lexie was doing to you cost money. And honestly you didn't feel like you should charge her for making you orgasm.

You bite your lip and moan, the music drowning the song out. Lexie looks up from your chest and she smiles and you smile back.

"You're really good at that babe," you say.