روايات وقصص ضمن Precious Moments Dirty Dancing

I feel Jessica tug my hand and pull me to the dance floor. We both agree not to drink since we want to remember every moment we have.When we make our way to the dance floor, we begin to dance to the music. I throw my hands in the air and bring it down my body in a sexual manner. Jess indicates with her finger that she wants me closer and I move closer to her. She grabs me by my waist and spins me around. I begin to grind her and the dj plays our song Nasty girl by The Notorious B. I. G

***Party at the beach in Copacabana Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on Me and Brittany we've been down in Atlanta Sweating in the club call me Dirty Dianna Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up I ain't got no worries, I'm my own private dancer My own private dancer.*** All eyes were on us, as Nina and I dominated the dancer floor. Girls began to copy our moves and executed it perfectly. I might be a little tipsy, but I was seriously impressed. By the the time we reached the hook of the song, the ladies gather behind us as we continue to dance.

Alex added raising his hand to call one of the ladies who was dancing on the pole entertaining them to come to him. "Is there anything you want Sir," the lady asked standing next to Alex with a smile on her face. "Kneel," Alex ordered as the lady stared at him with a confused look, Her job was to pole dance for this man and get paid for it, she thought the man had called her because he needed her to get him the waiter or maybe his bodyguard who was standing outside the private room. "I don't understand you, Sir," the lady said perplexed, she watched Alex dip his hand into his pocket bring out a bundle of money, and place it on the table.

We danced into the wee hours of the night, only pausing now and then to return to our table and refresh our buzzes with several gulps of beer. It was nearly two in the morning, and I could tell the place was winding down. Most of the patrons had left and the DJ announced he would only be playing three more songs before closing. I had taken a brief pause from dancing to use the bathroom and, when I came back out, found my mom and brother dancing together very sensually. Teddy was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, hands clasped across her pelvis. She had her own arms upraised, clinging to the back of her son's head. Their hips were swaying in unison, but I could tell

“Good, that means I’m doing it right.” My tongue circles her clit and I grin when I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. Now, she’s ready for me. I suck her clit and meet her eyes. They’re glazed over and her body is glistening with sweat. I can’t help but feel a little guilty that I’m breaking Dean’s trust. Another part of me could care less that I’ve got my hands all over little Celeste. “Oh Daddy, I’m going to come again.” She cries.

Date = 31 October Place = San Francisco (Reaper venue) POV - Damion I swing her lightly onto the dance floor, a playful spin that ends with her pressed right in front of me. Face-to-face with the 5-foot-4, heart-stopping, stubborn-as-hell beauty. The kind of woman who could ruin a man with a look and then ask him why he’s bleeding. The music hasn’t even started yet, but the air between us already feels thick — like the room’s holding its breath.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

I said while I continued to fuck her. "Oh yes Mr Matthews, I want your cum, please, fill me with your cum," she begged me, her words punctuated with her moans of a towel, mopping the cum that was already oozing out of her stretched pussy. "Quick Cindy, we must clean up," I said, pointing to the clock when she looked around.