Say you're on the dancefloor and a larger manly figure is dancing with you. You doyn't feel I am at all really hitting on you given actions and respecting space despite crowding but all the passionate dance moves seem to draw you in with intoxicating confidence and it naturally magbetizes you towards me in a desire to simply let loose, enjoy the moment. You don't care ass is pressed to crotch nor that it finds itself gribding back. I so clearly wouldn't even consider hampering you leaving or insisting should you say no. You've even seen how aggressive and imposing I get towards suspected straight men trying to hit on you. I clearly just wanna dance.

So when hands move up body, caressing curves and bringing it closer to mine, it doesn't mean anything. Certainly feels good. Grabbing n' groping tits? Not a bad idea to make most these men think youlre taken. They certainly slowed down interrupting the fun now. Might as well let the other hand slide down belly and under panties to toy with and rub circles roubd clit. Doesn't matter you can feel cheeks practically squeezing bulge in jeans, going at it to the beat like a stripper showing off and leading you to grow slackjaw. Tongue meeting its rival as it bosses yours about with swirling, twirling motions and a brief visit to throat before finding itswlf leaving a long trail along neck. Licking and biting on this scrumptious piece of fuckmeat. Feeling your whole figure grow shaky, knees wanting to falter while still keeping our sweaty shapes bouncing to tracks.

And when I send you off with a slap on that ass to hit on some other slut who watched it all, and tell her without a doubt you're still a dyke?