I groaned into her neck and grabbed her tightly. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so wet that every few strokes she had to reach b...tween her legs because I had popped out. She would run her hand down the length of my shaft before grabbing me firmly and sliding me back inside. After a few minutes, she must have noticed a change in my breathing, or felt my cock stiffen. Suddenly she was whispering a frantic warning not to cum inside her. She kept fucking me as she told me to. She had never been to a club that like and she didn’t want to look stupid dancing. Zaire also told her to wear something that she could be flexible in and that wouldn’t show much flesh.“So Aubrie do you know how to dance?” Zaire’s cousin Aman asked her. She looked at him.“Im alrite” she told him turning her to look out the window.“Meaning what?” he asked. Zaire looked back at her through the mirror and seen her worried look.“It means im not the best but I can do something” She stated.“Hopefully. Inserting her fingers in her mouth, she probed as the motion turned into sucking. Reclining in the overstuffed chair, she cocked her neck allowing her fingers to glided in and out. Exploring the roof, and the tongue, and the hard teeth, she imagined him inside her and how he felt there. Finding her clit with her other hand caused her tooth to scrape a finger. Continuing, she figured out perfect position for deep throat penetration. She practiced opening and closing, tongue sucking and working. Still holding my cock in one hand you stand up again. "Let's go. I want to do this properly. I want to feel your tongue on my clit and this cock hard up my pussy". I put my cock back into my jeans and we leave make to leave the club. As we pass the dance floor we get a number of knowing looks and smiles from punters who had spied us. Nice show' one says. Come back for an encore' says another. In the corner we can just about make out the couple who had spied us, the guy's face in ecstasy.