Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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Samantha
She danced closely to the count, trying to keep her mind sane. Trying to not let the close proximity of their bodies effect her thinking. She went to step back a little, but he pulled her closer again. His eyes on her, his hand slide down to grip her firm buttocks and pull her closer to his frame. He leaned down and kissed her again, lingering a little longer. This time just before she left her lips she applied a little preasure and kissed, lips closed. She panted heavily, and her face flushed even brighter red. The song ended, and still they moved. She felt conspicuous dancing to no music, but another song started. Much like the last one. She averted her eyes elsewhere, trying to calm herself.
She noticed the females lining the dance floor, looking at the Count. Ray. She had to remember to use his name, as he requested.
She tiptoed up closer. She whispered into his ear "Your fan club is emerging". She pointed over his shoulder to the laides watching him dance. It was so odd the way females seemed to be drawn to him, as if he was a magnet, and they were metal.
"Perhaps.." her voice broke a little, her tension evident. She was on fire and needed to cool off. "Perhaps we should get a drink?"
She danced closely to the count, trying to keep her mind sane. Trying to not let the close proximity of their bodies effect her thinking. She went to step back a little, but he pulled her closer again. His eyes on her, his hand slide down to grip her firm buttocks and pull her closer to his frame. He leaned down and kissed her again, lingering a little longer. This time just before she left her lips she applied a little preasure and kissed, lips closed. She panted heavily, and her face flushed even brighter red. The song ended, and still they moved. She felt conspicuous dancing to no music, but another song started. Much like the last one. She averted her eyes elsewhere, trying to calm herself.
She noticed the females lining the dance floor, looking at the Count. Ray. She had to remember to use his name, as he requested.
She tiptoed up closer. She whispered into his ear "Your fan club is emerging". She pointed over his shoulder to the laides watching him dance. It was so odd the way females seemed to be drawn to him, as if he was a magnet, and they were metal.
"Perhaps.." her voice broke a little, her tension evident. She was on fire and needed to cool off. "Perhaps we should get a drink?"