Slut of the Night
Wearing a black one-piece dress that reaches your thighs, the dress accentuates your figure because it is so close to your flesh. Everyone in the club is staring at you, observing you from every angle, and their attention is invading your body. You're excited, but you don't want to watch them. You dance to the song while standing in the middle of the dance floor. You are carefree and dancing the life away with your hair open and freely moving across your face. Your hips are swaying to the beat, your hands are going down your body, your lips are biting themselves, and your head is dancing to the music. Your heartbeat quickens as you see a guy from the bar approaching you. It's him! You hear footsteps and smell this scent! You sense someone considerably closer to you when the guy is going towards you; he's behind you, he's no stranger; the aroma is familiar; the rhythm of the footsteps is familiar; he's close. You smile as soon as you feel his hands touch your waist, and he turns you around. As your gazes meet, he asks, "How can I stand quietly while you're having so much fun?" Time stops, the music fades away, and the man approaching you comes to a halt when he holds your chin and kisses your lips. You're seized with desire and want to give him your body. He spins you around, his hand running down your neck. "How can I stand quietly while you're having so much fun?" he asks as your eyes meet. When he holds your chin and kisses your lips, time pauses, the music fades away, and the man approaching you comes to a halt. You're overcome with lust and want to surrender your body to him. He squeezes your boobs and gropes your ass as he turns you around and runs his hand down from your throat to your chest. Everyone is watching, and you want them to see as your father manipulates your body. He flaunts every inch of your body to the scumbags across the dance floor. You begin rubbing your hips as he becomes more abrasive. He spins you around, raises one leg, and forces you to lean in close to him. He elevates your leg so high that your pussy brushes his crotch, making it wet. You aren't wearing any underwear. You get down on your knees in front of a hundred people and begin washing the juices from his pants. You're plainly not cleaning it; instead, you're stroking it and teasing him even more. Your gentle fingers, tracing his foreskin and gently pressing him. Finally, you kiss his dick and take it in your mouth even while he is wearing those jeans. When you kneel down to him and give him that submissive look, he clutches your throat and pulls you up to him. You both walk out of the club, violently kissing each other as everyone looks on. You're in his arms, his hands caressing your pussy, your legs crossed over his hips, and you're yanking him closer so you can feel that hard dick rubbing against your pussy.