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FIRST STORY: ON THE DANCE FLOOR

... ass into his growing erection. I was going mad with pure desire and worked him like a stripper pole-pushing my ass into his pelvis in a form of pure lust. I couldn’t take it anymore. I spun around and looked into those clear blue eyes. His expression told me he knew what was coming next. My lips rushed to his and could not be torn away. He returned the kiss roughly and I proceeded to tug on his lower lip, driving him mad. His hand pushed my lower back into his body, not an inch of space between us. The large bulge of his cock pushed against my pelvis starting to make me wet. “Let’s go somewhere private,” I stuttered between gasps. Those eyes looked at me in a devilish look I craved and he abruptly grabbed my hand, tugging me through the crowd. We found our way outside the house, the brisk air making my nipples even harder. “My place okay?” he asked. “It better be close,” I teased with a rough passion seeping through my voice. He weaved his fingers through mine as we began to walk. I snuggled into his shoulder and he stopped to give me his jacket, my shivering more obvious than I thought. Within 5 minutes of small talk and walking my body could not contain itself anymore. I stopped walking and his body stuttered back in response, our hands still intertwined. “What’s wrong?” he asked confused. “I can’t make it to your house,” I stated, bitting my lip. His confused gaze turned to a look of passion as he understood. Without another word he pulled me into his chest, his muscles ...

... becoming rigid and his strength holding my tight. Our lips met and my hands ran wildly through his curly hair. He grazed my inner thigh with his hand, startling me. I pushed my body into his feverishly, craving his touch. A wicked smile broke through his lips. The power was in his hands. “Oh, do you want that?” he stated coyly. “Yes, yes please,” I moaned trying to close the distance between my wet pussy and his touch. His fingers traced my inner thigh, teasing me as they slid my panties to the side. He kept his fingers still, hovering above the entrance to my pussy and my eyes darted up to his. “Mmmmm pleeeeaase,” I whined. His fingers suddenly plunged into my wet pussy sending a shiver through my body. As he swirled his index inside and teased my clit with his thumb I savagely kissed him, biting his lower lip hard with every moan that emitted from my mouth. I turned my attention to his zipper. My hands fumbling in my excitement , the streetlight creating a hazy light as I pulled out his hard cock. I looked at it lustfully and began stroking. First slowly then faster and faster until I could hear his breathing increase rapidly. He immediately pulled his fingers from under my hiked up skirt and grabbed my hands. Kissing the tops of them and then kissing my lips. He surveyed the area and lead me to a parked car outside of the glow of the streetlight. “I’m gonna fuck you hard,” he said bluntly, my eyes lighting up with passion, sending another smirk across his face. He turned me ...