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dancing than I feel Collin’s presence behind me. Luke looks up and he stiffens, no doubt wilting under Collin’s hard stare. Luke moves away from me, but not before slapping my ass and smirking at Collin. He shoots away from us laughing when Collin rounds on him with a growl.
I smile to myself. Worked like a charm.
I am pulled hard against Collin’ s front. His hands run down the length of my body and I shiver with delight when he whispers in my ear, low and gruff.
“ If you want to dance, you’ll dance with me.”
Our bodies meld together as the song progresses. His hands meander down my torso, to my waist, to my hips, making me shiver. My hips do slow, sexy twists and dips that he follows with torturous thrusts. Sweat is dotting my skin from this highly sexual moment.
The song changes yet again, this time to a sexy Chris Brown that calls for a lot of bumping and grinding. This is a song that I’ve given some lap dances to. A mischievous smile plays upon my lips. This is just the song I wanted. I get to do what I’ve always wanted to do: really dance with Collin Danes. No bullshit.
Collin grips my hips and dips his knees so that I am almost sitting in his lap. Perfect. With hands on my knees, I lean forward, poking my ass into his crotch and slowly grind into him. His hands leave my hips to travel up my back and down again. He leaves one hand on my waist then runs his other hand up my back and presses me down so that I am bent over.
Behind me, Collin is rotating his hips, meeting my grinding and twisting waist. It feels like we’re the only two people on this aquamarine dance floor. The sexual tension has flared between us again and I am going to take every advantage of it.
I drop to the floor and slowly grind my ass my back up to his crotch. Now I am fully bent over, legs spread and clutching my ankles. I am throwing my ass back and into him and he is clutching my hips and thrusting behind me. If this is not sex – with clothes on – I don ’t know what sex is. That being said, I am bursting with glee. Collin wants to have sex with me! Inside I’m doing pirouettes, somersaults, the running man, the sprinkler and the funky chicken. Hell yeah! Let’s get on with the sex!
But it seems I ’ve drank too much.
With me bent over like this, all the alcohol comes rushing to my head and I suddenly feel light-headed. So light-headed, that I face plant into the dance floor.
Ground, swallow me up…now!
I’ m on the floor waiting for the pretty floor to open up beneath me when I am hoisted into strong arms. These strong arms stride with me across the dance floor and are now bringing me up some steps. Collin.
I close my eyes and bury my very embarra ssed face into his chest. He smells so good. Before I can stop myself, I am inhaling his very sexy, spicy and all-man scent, further intoxicating myself. Like the ditz that I am, I reach up and caress his face. He shudders and then I move my fingers to his lips, tracing their fullness.
“ You smell like great sex,” I murmur, my eyes landing on the exposed skin of his chest.
My bout with drunken stupidity is not over. I poke my tongue out and taste his sweaty skin. Collin jolts to a stop, his body shaking, and before I know it, I am slammed against a wall with Collin ’s very hard erection poking me in the gut.
Is he going to fuck me right here? I’m game!
“ South,” he chokes out, arousal thick in his voice.
He runs his nose from my jaw line to my neck and inhales. Then I feel soft lips brushing against the spot between my neck and shoulder and I almost come. Oh. My. God!
Wetness coats my inner thighs and my thong is soaked. I can’t believe this is happening! Collin Danes is kissing my neck, my shoulders and my jawline and rubbing his very impressive cock into me. And if his groans are any indication, he is enjoying this.
My hands find their way into his hair and I grasp it tightly. A growling moan erupts from Collin's throat, so I do it again,
I smile to myself. Worked like a charm.
I am pulled hard against Collin’ s front. His hands run down the length of my body and I shiver with delight when he whispers in my ear, low and gruff.
“ If you want to dance, you’ll dance with me.”
Our bodies meld together as the song progresses. His hands meander down my torso, to my waist, to my hips, making me shiver. My hips do slow, sexy twists and dips that he follows with torturous thrusts. Sweat is dotting my skin from this highly sexual moment.
The song changes yet again, this time to a sexy Chris Brown that calls for a lot of bumping and grinding. This is a song that I’ve given some lap dances to. A mischievous smile plays upon my lips. This is just the song I wanted. I get to do what I’ve always wanted to do: really dance with Collin Danes. No bullshit.
Collin grips my hips and dips his knees so that I am almost sitting in his lap. Perfect. With hands on my knees, I lean forward, poking my ass into his crotch and slowly grind into him. His hands leave my hips to travel up my back and down again. He leaves one hand on my waist then runs his other hand up my back and presses me down so that I am bent over.
Behind me, Collin is rotating his hips, meeting my grinding and twisting waist. It feels like we’re the only two people on this aquamarine dance floor. The sexual tension has flared between us again and I am going to take every advantage of it.
I drop to the floor and slowly grind my ass my back up to his crotch. Now I am fully bent over, legs spread and clutching my ankles. I am throwing my ass back and into him and he is clutching my hips and thrusting behind me. If this is not sex – with clothes on – I don ’t know what sex is. That being said, I am bursting with glee. Collin wants to have sex with me! Inside I’m doing pirouettes, somersaults, the running man, the sprinkler and the funky chicken. Hell yeah! Let’s get on with the sex!
But it seems I ’ve drank too much.
With me bent over like this, all the alcohol comes rushing to my head and I suddenly feel light-headed. So light-headed, that I face plant into the dance floor.
Ground, swallow me up…now!
I’ m on the floor waiting for the pretty floor to open up beneath me when I am hoisted into strong arms. These strong arms stride with me across the dance floor and are now bringing me up some steps. Collin.
I close my eyes and bury my very embarra ssed face into his chest. He smells so good. Before I can stop myself, I am inhaling his very sexy, spicy and all-man scent, further intoxicating myself. Like the ditz that I am, I reach up and caress his face. He shudders and then I move my fingers to his lips, tracing their fullness.
“ You smell like great sex,” I murmur, my eyes landing on the exposed skin of his chest.
My bout with drunken stupidity is not over. I poke my tongue out and taste his sweaty skin. Collin jolts to a stop, his body shaking, and before I know it, I am slammed against a wall with Collin ’s very hard erection poking me in the gut.
Is he going to fuck me right here? I’m game!
“ South,” he chokes out, arousal thick in his voice.
He runs his nose from my jaw line to my neck and inhales. Then I feel soft lips brushing against the spot between my neck and shoulder and I almost come. Oh. My. God!
Wetness coats my inner thighs and my thong is soaked. I can’t believe this is happening! Collin Danes is kissing my neck, my shoulders and my jawline and rubbing his very impressive cock into me. And if his groans are any indication, he is enjoying this.
My hands find their way into his hair and I grasp it tightly. A growling moan erupts from Collin's throat, so I do it again,
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