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Wanna Play With My Pussy?
Let’s see if we can be caught when we play
He strums my thighs like a hidden song only I can hear. We watch the crowd mill around us. The lights flash and fade with the pulsation of the music. My thighs are sticky with the wetness spreading in between my legs.
“Wanna play with my pussy?” I say it innocently enough.
The sounds of the club nearly drown out my words. The pulse of the music feels like a living, breathing entity. I can feel it in my throat as if it’s hugging my vocal cords. His hand brushes further up my leg. I made sure not to wear panties just for this opportunity.
“Now, aren’t you a certain sort of tease and terrible?”
He leans into my curvaceous form. His breath caresses my ear with its warmth. I lean into his fingers and the feel of his body. Fingers wrap around my hair and give it a slight pull. I growl underneath my breath.
“I aim to always please.”
“So, would you like to get banned here?”
He playfully nips at my ear. The throngs of moving people pulse as one. I look around for anyone that is interested in us. His finger keeps playing with the hem of my dress. I spread my legs open further. It’s an invitation I hope he can’t refuse.
