Eyes had been watching over her shoulder as he reached forward and grabbed her ass cheeks.   It was a move she'd seen her father do to her mother when he didn't know that she'd seen.  It was kind of disconcerting as it caused her to remember her parents but before that old sadness could creep up and swallow her she shoved it off into the back of her mind.  She had to force a smile but it fled anyway when he stood up.   She knew he was excited, his cock was big enough that she could see the outline straining against his shorts.   When he didn't take her with him she lifted her brows, watching as he sat down on the couch.   When he questioned about her dancing she pondered the idea.   Successfully back in the game with her little sorrows pushed away for another time she found herself grinning as she nodded.<br/><br/>Bare feet moved her around the couch to where he was sitting before she simply moved to stand between the spread of his legs.   She gazed down on him, feeling the idea solidify inside of her.   Yup, she was going to give him a lapdance, regardless of if she didn't know what she was doing.    She'd seen Magic Mike... and while she couldn't do the face humping and what not she could still grind her bum and crotch against his lap and push her boobs in his face.  With a sly grin she lowered a hand and slipped it under the edge of her skirt, doing it so that he couldn't see her flesh even if the skirt rode up a bit as she did it.   Instead she lifted her fingers out a moment later, showing him the slick that was glazed over her two fingers. That same hand leaned forward and went to give him a taste of her drippings, but even as he opened his mouth she pulled her hand back and smeared her lips with her juice before her lips crashed into his with a groan, hands wrapped around his face tightly as she feasted on his mouth as willingly and excitingly as he had done many times to her.