Pulsing rhythm

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Lust-filled eyes lock together, their bodies swaying against each other to the intoxicating rhythm of the throbbing music. Abruptly, she pulls away, maneuvers through the crowd, and disappears from his sight.

He follows, searching, and finally finds her behind a curtain to the side of the stage where the band plays — bottom bare, knickers around her ankles.

Leaning against the wall, her hand between her legs, her mouth open, she frantically finger-fucks herself to the pulse of the Latin drum.

He hesitates, but her seductive smile ends the brief moment.

Over her shoulder, she begs him: “Please, take me now!”


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