69 Dripping Fantasies
The cool night air brushed against my skin, making my already sensitive nipples tighten under the thin dress.
“Ms. Vanessa! Good to see you here,” a girl who was friends with my daughter called out. She was leaning against the car next to mine, casually smoking.
I didn’t bother replying. My eyes scanned the chaotic scene. Everywhere I looked, people were grinding, groping, or outright fucking. The raw, filthy energy of it all sent a fresh rush of heat straight to my core, making my pussy throb. I was already edged from earlier and now I was desperate to find someone to fuck me senseless tonight.