In my heels I was about five seven so we almost danced face to face. I can dance it was something my mother had insisted upon when my sisters and myse...f were kids. Carlos could cruise, he moved well but you'd have been challenged to recognise the actual dance. Still it didn't matter, we moved around the almost deserted floor without standing on each others feet or tripping up.I was impressed that the dancing had been dancing and not a furtive attempt to grope me, that impression lasted until. You hurriedly remove your hoodie so that you can continue doing what you are taking so much pleasure in already, when you realize that I’m not kissing your neck anymore. Not only that, but now because I have my right hand free again, I move my right hand down to your still cloth covered mound and begin rubbing you vigorously making you get wetter and wetter. Once I feel the moisture coming through your pants, I move my hand down your pants but still on top of your panties. This is driving you. I looked up and caught pete staring at my tits again. I smiled as he looked and realized he had been caught. Instead of apologizing or looking away he looked back down and licked his lips. I asked for another glass of wine and setting my book down on my chair grabbed my purse and went to the restroom. I was wet from Petes stares and reached a conclusion. Since he liked my tits so much I was going to put on a show. I quickly slipped off my bra letting my nipples poke out making nice bumps in my. A thick cock rubbed on my belly, smearing hot precum across my flesh. Dirtying me. I liked being dirty. Used. A monster's whore. It was easier than using my magic. I couldn't hurt anyone as a whore. I would just be fucked.Its cock slid down my belly and brushed my pubic hair. My thighs parted. “Fuck me,” I hissed, closing my eyes. The tip of its cock was so hot against my pussy.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” the imp gibbered between sucks of my nipple.“Yes, fuck. Las's filthy cock, fuck me! Take me. I.