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I remember watching you across the dimly lit floor, your body moving rhythmically with the music, your hands tracing the outlines of your slender partner, the passion between you evident. Together you danced, your bodies speaking an ancient language of swaying hips and sensual limbs. You danced in tandem, reacting and responding to one another, working into one another and then away again, teasing, tantalizing. Gently you drew her body closer to yours, your hips pushing into hers, gyrating against her pelvis, your hands sliding over the tight curve of her ass, your lips seeking out their companion. The heavy bass reverberated through my stomach, your stomach, beating a tattoo that was irresistible. Her hips sashayed against yours, and she turned, grinding her ass into you, your hands sliding all down her sides, over her chest, your fingers briefly catching her nipples, your hot breath in her ear. You smiled lightly, your hand deftly sneaking up over her barely clad tummy, the silky material slipping over her brown skin with ease, her muscles rippling as she lowered her body to the floor in time with the beat, gracefully rising. You were visibly excited, your cock straining at your tight pants as she pirouetted around again, her thighs clasping you lightly before tracing seductive figure eights in the space around her. She was breathtaking, her black hair sleek and cropped, her dark skin luminous under the club lights, her lips pouty and Anadolu Yakası Escort full and her eyes deep and languid. She was built long and slender with smooth, toned limbs, glossy thighs and high, pert breast, comfortably sized. Her body writhed like a serpent, dazzling in its perfection, her breasts leading, her ribs and neck following as she leant back presenting herself to you, slightly parting her legs. With the muscular control of a professional dancer she shimmied low, swirly her light chiffon skirt around her chocolaty thighs, a small flash of red briefly visible before she snapped up, thrusting her whole body into you, grinding her breasts into your chest, her arms encircling you. I laughed watching you discreetly. You could barely contain yourself. I watched as your hands slipped under her shirt, your hands seeking her breasts, the soft skin of her body driving you further and further over the edge. You kissed her hungrily, your pelvis fused to hers, her hands sliding into your back pockets, drawing you closer still, her hunger just as evident. You were impossible not to watch, the sexual energy you two exuded was undeniable even from this distance. I felt my own body stirring as I watched your irreverent display, yearning for the sensations, the smell of her perfume, the taste of her lips and tongue against mine, the feel of your cock against my thigh. My breathe was catching, Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan my nipples hardening as she slowly brought her hands to the front of your pants, slipping one slyly under the belt, sliding it down past your underwear. You visibly leapt, rotating your body so that you backed her against the wall. The beat changed, became more mechanical, more frantic and so too became your actions. Slowly you snuck your hands under the band of her skirt, kissing her, her hair swinging forward and back, hiding and revealing your faces intermittently. I watched your bodies, the way they gelled, the way the power in all of your movements was counteracted by all the sass in hers, the way any former resistance melted under her skin. You were liquid in her hands and she rolled and arched her body against the wall, against you, always in time to the beat, always building. She would touch each part of you individually, first your chest with hers, her arms extended above her head, and then, as she leant back, falling into the bass, she would push her stomach and hips forwards, just pushing against your straining cock before repeating. The wild nature of your body was evident. You clasped at her frantically as she slipped under your arms, sailing into the middle of the floor again. She shook and shimmied, watching you over her shoulder, the muscles in her back sliding neatly one after the Escort Anadolu Yakası other, clearly visible in her backless halter. Slowly, deliberately she leant down touching the floor between her feet, showing you the prize that lay between them, totally oblivious to the rest of the room, to me, watching just as intently. That was it. You strode forward, and clasped your hands possessively around her waist, your bodies moving together, your crotch thrusting frantically at the curve of her ass as it bumped against you, her head craning back to meet your impassioned kiss, your tongues meeting. You were turned so your back was mostly to me, her face forward, your eyes closed, hers open, and, suddenly she met my adoring and unashamed gaze. Her eyes twinkled as my hands crept slowly along my belly, teasing my flesh, making it erupt with goose bumps, my erect nipples straining at the lace cups containing them. As she broke the kiss she stuck her tongue out, licking her lips slowly, staring at me all the while, swaying her hips, stroking her own firm tummy. Slowly her hands rose, and she gently fondled her small breasts, performing for me, showing me how much she was enjoying it. She dropped low, and draped a hand lazily all the way along her inner thigh, smiling as she saw the colour rise in my alabaster cheeks at having been discovered. She turned again, showing me her luscious ass, the way it curved so perfectly, how the thin chiffon clung to it as she circled around your pelvis, how the sky high heels she wore accentuated every fine line of her glorious body. I could barely breathe as I watched her. And you, you were blissfully unaware of what was going on, your eyes already closed in semi orgasmic pleasure at the sensations she caused throughout your body. I had to leave.

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