Preparation!
When I danced at Gold Club in Sacramento, I'd slip into my dressing room and fuck myself raw—fingers slamming deep into my dripping, aching cunt, rubbing my swollen clit until I came hard and messy, juices running down my thighs. I'd get myself soaked, throbbing, and desperate so I could hit the stage dripping wet and put on a filthy, cock-hardening show that left everyone else aching for more.
