“A little dancing,” she said. “I know you like it when I grind on you. But you never get to appreciate the view. So perhaps I’ll dance with so...eone else for a change. And you can watch.” I asked if she had anyone in mind. “Not yet. Let’s see who’s out there.” Finishing our drinks, we moved to the dance floor - dark, sweaty, and smoky. A couple hundred people bumping up against each other, trying their luck; more of a singles scene than anything else. A slow track came on and we danced face to. As his tongue continued to work its magic, he added the tip of his finger, probing slightly in and out a few times then waiting to see if I would stop him.I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to. I was off in a cloud of euphoria, too close to orgasm to put together a comprehensive thought. So, I just lifted my hips towards him, urging him on, and he got my message.He pushed his finger slowly in, paused a moment when he felt me tighten hard. Then he pressed past this as I yelped like an injured dog,. In reality, I was feeling very odd from the combination of her voice, my arousal and the pot. She was taunting me. Amanda had the part down perfectly. Her voice was sexy and soothing. By this time, I was not really listening to the words, but being lulled by the tone of her voice. I began to feel her pushing from inside my head. That's the only way I can explain it. I could hear the tone and intonation of her voice outside of me, but she was inside. It was a very disconcerting feeling.Somehow. The kiss magically deepened, heightening Cobra's need. This man was offering, and at this moment Cobra knew he wouldn't refuse. The lip lock became more feverish as tongues went about in a knotting play. Cobra became emboldened, nipping lightly on the man's tongue before sucking on it. A grunt rumbled through his mouth as Johnathan pulled him closer, loving his prize's aggression. Stripping off the belt allowed Johnathan the ability to cup Cobra behind the zipper, finding a hard eight inches,.