The bass thumping. The strobe lights flashing. A knee between my thighs as I gyrate ,short dress riding high.
In the middle of a dance floor with a stranger, my body liking her touch. She says something, I lean closer. Our lips touch… oh the charge of electricity.
She pulls me close, her hand replaces her knee, I feel a finger pull my panties aside, pressing to my clit. I look around, everyone’s too busy doing their own thing, I kiss her neck, feeling her finger enter me.
Moaning into the kiss, who cares…

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