Fucking On The Dance Floor!

I love dancing. I mean who wouldn’t! It is kind of just like having sex, but on the dance floor and with clothes on. But the way us girls dress now, half naked. *giggle* I decided to go to the club the other day. I was extremely horny and was hoping I would fine a man or a woman, maybe even both, to take home and have some fun with. I was dressed sexy. I was in leopard dress.

 

 

 

I got to the bar and showed my fake ID, got me a whiskey on the rocks, I need my liquid courage. Once I had a few drinks and was feeling a little buzzed I headed for the dance floor. I just started moving my body to the beats. Rubbing my hands all over my body as I swayed my hips. I felt someone come up behind me and start dancing with me. I glanced back and it was a man who looked really hot. So I started grinding my ass against him. I could feel his bulge in his pants starting to get bigger. I loved when a man got hard from me being pressed up against him. I was already dripping wet. I wanted him right now and I wasn’t going to wait. I pulled him over to a chair near the dance floor and pushed him in it. I straddled his lap with my dress covering his lap. Grinding on his lap. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I reached under me and unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out and lifted myself up and pushed him inside of me. He groaned out loud and looked at me. I smiled at him and started riding his cock. Slowly and half  strokes. It felt so good. I was riding this strangers cock in public with all this people around us. Its good the music was loud or people might of heard us. I felt his cock start to swell inside of me. I started riding him a little faster, moving my hips side to side.  I was cumming on his cock when I felt him shoot his load deep into me. I rode him a few after his came just so I could prolong my orgasm. My cunt was filled and I was happy. I climbed off of him and headed home. My night was over and I was happy.  The look on his face as I walked out the door was priceless. I can’t wait to do that again.

 

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