Lunar216's nights at the KTV are always a thrilling dance of denial and desire. The music, the dim lights, the scent of alcohol and perfume - it all conspires to make her pussy ache with a hunger she can't quite satisfy. She watches the performers, their bodies moving in ways that make her own body respond, her nipples hardening, her clit throbbing. She imagines their hands on her body, their mouths on her pussy, their cocks sliding deep inside her. But for now, she's alone, her fingers tracing circles on her thigh, teasing herself with the promise of release.