She was moving to the music, hips swaying, body alive under the lights. He came up behind her, hands gliding over her waist, teasing her curves. His fingers found her boobs, cupping, squeezing, rolling her nipples until she gasped, arching back against him.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, but she didn't push him away—she wanted it, wanted him to push further. He grinned, tracing his fingers along the curve of her ass and delivering a sharp, playful smack that made her whimper and sway into him.
He kissed her neck, biting lightly, while one hand teasing her curves, kneading, spanking, driving her crazy. She could feel her body burning for more, every touch making it irresistible.
Her moans grew louder, mingling with the thumping bass, as he whispered in her ear, "You feel so good, just like this…" His hands were restless, exploring every curve, every inch of her body, making her enjoy the pleasure.
They were lost in the heat of it—touch, spanking, squeezing, moaning—all of it a delicious, torturous prelude to what was coming next.