Sage Hunter Trains Asian Doc: Korean Stripper

Korean American Stripper Sage Hunter was never really one for the club scene, and honestly, I get it because when she finally cornered that shy Asian doctor after his shift, the air changed completely, it wasn’t some polite little date or gentle small talk, it was her pushing him flat against the wall, her body pressed into his like she had every right to be there, and his eyes just went wide, totally frozen while she grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, leaning in close enough that I could practically hear her whisper about all the ways she was gonna wreck him, and that tension between them was so thick you could choke on it as she backed him toward the couch, and with this slow, deliberate kind of confidence, she hiked up that impossibly tight dress and lowered herself onto his lap, grinding against him while his breath hitched, her hands working his shirt open one careful button at a time before she dipped her head down to taste the skin at his collarbone, making him gasp and arch up toward her, and they were both completely lost in the heat of it all, their mouths colliding and their bodies moving in this fluid, frantic rhythm that had me shifting in my seat, and her laugh against his lips was low and dripping with mischief when she guided his hands to her hips, showing him exactly how she liked it, and damn, if I wasn’t feeling every second of that ache right along with them.