Love on the Dancefloor

His cock felt silky smooth and hard. As I touched him, a few drops of slippery pre-cum leaked from the dark hole on the tip.

 














It was sexy. I flexed my hips and pushed my pussy against his hand. I'm sure he could feel the wetness and the sequins, but, of course, he didn't know what they spelled. His finger pressed my clit through the fabric. I looked up and he kissed me, hard, with his tongue. I kissed him back. 

 















While we kissed, I gyrated my hips against his finger seductively and used his seeping lubrication to tease the head of his monster with my fingertips. I guess I was sensory overload for him. He ejaculated, right there on the dance floor, into my hand. Strings of his hot jism spurting into my palm and over my fingers, dripping onto my skirt. It thrilled me that I turned him on that much. I brought my hand up to my mouth, looked Dirk in the eye, and let my tongue touch his juice on my finger.