Novel & Cerita Sex On The Dance Floor

My eyes followed the sexy blond as she begins to strut her stuff to the dance floor without bothering the people around her. Amazing. She is sexually swaying her body and her curvy hips effortlessly and dancing ridiculously hot on the dance floor causing my dick to twitch. Men were even looking at her and starts to move closer to their small circle. She was spinning and dancing while laughing in cherish with her friends in the middle of the dance floor. Beautifully amazing.

SIENNA’S POV The dance floor shook with a slow, nasty beat, bodies rubbing under the flashing lights. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me close, his hard chest brushing my boobs through my tight dress. His breath burned my neck, fingers digging into my curves, and every grind of his hips made my pussy throb. His brown eyes locked on mine, full of want, making my heart pound. Evan’s voice screamed in my head—too old, too used—but the wet heat between my legs begged me to keep going.

A private world within chaos. They sat close, his fingers trailing along her thigh. The DJ slowed the beat, shifting to something softer, sexier. A song that whispered sin and devotion. Massimo leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Dance with me.” She let him pull her into the shadows of the dance floor, not the main one below, but a secluded spot just for them. The moment he touched her, everything else faded. His hands splayed over her lower back, hers rested on his chest. Their bodies swayed in time, slow, deliberate. She moved with him like gravity wasn’t real, just the pull of him, warm, sure, addictive.

Bethany Dancing with someone was the precursor to sex, their ability to move with fluidity on the dance floor leaving no question as to their talents in the bedroom. Good thing she was with her coworkers tonight and Damon was with his girlfriend, whoever the fuck that was. Anger burned through her as she reached back and let her hand slide down the back of the man's thigh, pulling him in tighter as she rocked against him.

“You look way too hot to be dancing alone. I’m Tyler. These are my boys, Ryan and Marcus.” I smiled, feeling a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs. “Sophia. And I’m definitely not here to dance alone.” They surrounded me quickly. Tyler pulled me onto the crowded dance floor, his big hands gripping my hips from behind as he pressed his hardening bulge against my ass. The beat dropped low and dirty. I ground back against him, rolling my hips in slow circles that made his cock throb through his jeans. Ryan moved in front, sandwiching in between us, his hands sliding up sides to cup my tits right there on the dance floor. Marcus watched with hungry eyes, occasionally pressing in to let me fe

I lick my lips and give my audience a little wink. To amp up the sex appeal, I move up closer behind Paisley and begin to grind against her. She looks over her shoulder at me with a smirk and plays along, the two of us swaying in sensual tandem. I take her hands in mine from behind and lift them over our heads. I play with her hair, tossing it around as we dance together. Another of our friends catches on and comes up behind me to join in. The guys are all watching us slack-jawed and half-stiff as we tease them from the dance floor.

"That's why you're so crazy about Ethan Lewis. He sells sex, Char. He's in action films, which draws in guys too, but he's selling the notion that when you close your eyes at night, he's going to meet you in your dreams, and that cup in the front of his slacks isn't going to be a cup at all." She smiled brightly. "I'd love to find out what exactly he's hiding down there. I bet it's a fucking monster." I laughed and rolled my eyes. "For that... get your own limes." She gave me a cursing as I walked toward the dance floor and left my beer on an empty table. The crowd was thick, and where I hated to be around too many people at one time, being on the dance floor was completely different. It was

I just want to have sex with him. We grab our champagne and head back to the dance floor but before I do I take my shoes off, Sammy follows my lead. It’s another slow song. I put my bottle between my feet and lift my hands in the air. I wrap my hands within each other and slowly rock from side to side. My dress slightly lifts bearing even more skin. I am not trying to dance seductively, I am just losing myself in the song. I hear someone swear. I open my eyes and look at Sammy. She too is lost in the song. The men on the floor has been staring at us all this while. We head back to our table where Eric is waiting.

Then he rode his hands up my thigh, taking my dress along with him and stopped short of my hips. I threw my head back, breaking the kiss as his palms molded my butt cheeks and he took advantage of it by traversing a short, wet path from the valley between my breast and back to my mouth...with his tongue. I gasped, which led him to thrust his tongue into my mouth, tasting every nook and cranny and entwining his tongue with mine. Dance floor sex! I wonder what that would feel like? To be taken in the midst of all these people?

They are moving in the flow of the ocean, swaying their hips as their hands lustfully wander on each other's bodies. They slowly change the tempo as they intensify their dance. The pair turn rhythmically round and round as they progress around the dance floor getting everyone's attention. People stop dancing when they saw them dance passionately giving everything they've got. The disc jockey changes the music that matches their dance steps. The guest is astounded by how intimate they are and dancing with their feelings, not their feet. Their mind and soul are in sync with each other as if they have rehearsed the dance or known each other for a long time. Edward pulls Ella closer to him and r