“Too much fabric for you?” she moaned as Osman’s hands moved over her tight skirt? He grinned voraciously as he lowered his hands to her thighs again, this time pushing them up under the skirt. It didn’t take long before he found her tight white thong, already starting to push between her hot, wet, pussy lips.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby!” she cooed and ground her ass even harder against his stiff pole. Osman stroked up and down the dampening patch of fabric a few more times until he was emboldened and stroked two fingers along either side of her mound, finding it completely shaved bare. Another few strokes and he slid one finger under the tight crotch of her thong, boldly stroking her on the dance floor, keeping time with the music on her clit.
“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned. “Starting to get what I mean by needing to get….out?”
“Sure thing, honey,” he said, sliding a finger inside her wet walls. His other hand moved up to her tits, taking advantage of her dance moves to slide up under her short shirt, stopped dead in his tracks by his bra. He still tweaked her nipples through the lacy material; felt like it was a matching set for the skimpy thong.
She turned quickly, clothes still in disarray, her exposed twat pressing against Osman’s throbbing cock, his hand slipping from her tight box in the process.
“You wait right here,” she said, her eyes playful and lusty at the same time. “I know just what we need right now.”
With that she skipped off through the crowd, with more than one set of hands feeling her up on the way through.
Lee walked up and Osman held his fingers up to him, her juices glistening in the flashing light. They both looked at each other and smiled, nodding knowingly.
“I’ll get us some shots,” Lee said, and headed back to the bar.
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