She cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body arching off the stage to meet his thrusts. Come on back with me. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length, her thumb brushing over the wetness at the tip. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, sucking her juices off them, his eyes never leaving hers. She could feel the eyes on her, hot and hungry, as she began to move, her hips swaying to the sultry beat of the music. “I want to fuck,” she said, her voice steady, her body on fire. He stroked himself, his hand moving fast, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length, her thumb brushing over the wetness at the tip. But now, her eyes lingered, imagining what it would be like to step inside, to explore the forbidden.
