Celebrating New Years
I bump into you at a club on New Years Eve. There’s instant chemistry. You offer to buy me a drink, but I ask if you want to dance with me. You hate dancing, so you tell me that you’re not a good dancer. You suggest that we get a couple of cocktails, and we find a quiet corner in the club so we can get to know each other better.
I want to dance with you. I whisper in your ear, “I think you’re hot.”
You take me hand and escort me out to the dance floor. You like my sexy dance moves. I grind my hips against yours. I turn around and grind my ass against your pants. You’re hoping that I got some more sexy moves for you later.
You grab me around my waist and we start doing some sexy dirty dancing together. You make me so hot and wet. At the end of the song, I ask if you have anywhere that you have to be tonight?
You kiss my luscious pink lips and say, “What did you have in mind, Skylar?”
I have had enough foreplay on the dance floor. I wanted to go back to your place and celebrate New Years with hot sex all night long.