She knows every inch of the dance floor, as she heads for the pink light.
After the beat suffocates, melting into a stutter of funk, wet groins itching for a little bit of entrapment, they sink into their seats.
She wants to be real as her breasts ache, focusing on his mouth, not hearing a single word.
You're so lovely inside those eyes, she purrs.
Inside her eyes, you’re so lovely she purrs
He burns his fingers wondering if he should laugh, f...