Chapter 16: The Naked Dance ll (R-18)
Our dance kept going, all heat and rhythm, the music swelling around us like a heartbeat. I leaned in, smooching her neck—wet, slow kisses along the curve where her pulse thumped, tasting the faint salt of her sweat.
My hands roamed over her body, feeling my palm on her stomach then to groping her boobs, squeezing them soft and full, while my fingers of the other hand slipped between her legs, teasing her pussy with light, quick strokes.
"Ahh.." she moaned as she sway her hips, grinding my dick with her ass.
She matched me, her lips brushing my chest, smooching the skin there, her hands trailing down to my dick, grazing it with her nails, sending sparks up my spine.
"Arghh..yeah.." I groaned, feeling her fingers on my dick.
The red lights pulsed over us, dim and heavy, and we lost ourselves in it—two bodies moving together, heat climbing with every beat and every sexy move of ours.
The wife of one of the richest man of this country was dancing naked with me. I was groping her boobs and fucking her as I wanted and she was enjoying it all with me.
We swayed across the room, caught up in the flow, until we got close to a low velvet couch tucked against the wall. She gave me a playful shove, tripping me back, and I landed with a soft thud, sprawled out on the cushions.
"Ahh..." we both gasped at the same time, a shared jolt as she climbed over me, straddling my hips.