2ª parte.

Miran D'Angelo

"I'm going to get a drink for the girls. Do you want one?" David, Marie's boyfriend, asks, and without looking at him, I shake my head and head for the iron staircase. As if drawn to her, I go straight to the dance floor, right in the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies, and stop right behind her. Boldly, my hands take possession of her waist. She glances sideways, her smile widens, and I have my green light. So, I lean against her delicious body and move following her rhythm. The whole thing is a sensual drug that intoxicates me, envelops me, and leaves me completely intoxicated. My whole body is buzzing, and damn, I'm dying to taste her flavor. But hold on, Miran, you need to take it slow. First, feed your desire, awaken your dormant fire, make her want more, and then you'll be in the bag. It doesn't take long for our bodies to be tightly pressed and sweaty. Our breaths are heavy and panting, and to top it off, we're already on the third drink.

It's time to put her t