Dancer, part 2

Your finger touched my lips and gently moved to the corner of my widening smile, drawing me to your mouth. As our lips touched softy, our bodies swayed to the music, and I pressed my arm into the small of your back. We were in each other’s orbits now, sliding down a gravity well from which there was no escape. Your hips began to grind against mine, and I was sure you felt my growing cock eagerly seeking you out. We were alone in the crowd now, oblivious to anyone; if there were stares it didn’t matter.

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