And why? What’s the point of doing it?”
“I’m having a go with it, it’s a dance. The best thing you can do, it’s an amazing move. I love it.”
“And you love it to the point I’m going to take you out for a spin with me?”
“Why not? I’m having a bit of fun, you know that, aren’t you? I’ll help you with my skirt too, you’ll find my dancing very erotic.”
A minute later he was standing before her, she was naked on his lap and he was thrusting in and out of her. What was she wearing and how far away was she, what made him think this was even worth doing? What his mind was doing was not yet clear, and he was lost.
“Do you want to dance?” asked he.
“Shall I?” She pulled her skirt down and walked down the stairs, while he was still stuck, he was still in the dark and was unsure how deep down her dress was.
Sally looked in the mirror and frowned, she liked her shape but she felt the skirt was getting in the way.
“I think I should go take a bath” she said, her voice cracking.
“No!” Said the man who had been holding her skirt, “I don’t want anything from you, I want your body. I want you naked and on the dancefloor.”
“But I want to go for a spin, I don’t like it much yet,” she said, struggling to pull off her skirt.
He shook his head at her “I know it’s not a really good idea, but we have a lot to discuss.”
He helped her remove her skirt and as she tried to pull it over his head he was grabbing her bottom and squeezing till she felt a hard, hot pussy.
“I’m very aroused, you’re very aroused, you’re very hot, I feel all very hot and sweaty, and you’re very good at your dance, are you looking at me like that?”
His hands were all over her back and her breasts. She was looking deep in his eyes, her hands were all over his back, her fingers were running up and down his back and up and down his skin. She was so good it looked as if he were licking her pussy.
“We’re going to fuck, don’t you want