Music playing
Candle light is the only source of light
The scene is set
You're sitting in a chair
Watching me dance to the song
I move closer to you and I continue dancing
For you
Moving hips, swaying, moving to the song
I sit on your lap.
Moving against you
I put your hands on my hips
As I move.
Dancing
Slowly, with intent
Spreading legs apart, I move back
onto you
I lean back against you
I move your hands from my hips
to my breasts.
Making you squeeze them.
Still dancing, moving.
Grinding against you.
I stop, turn around
And straddle you
Dancing
Grinding
I kiss you slowly, passionately
As I put your hands on my hips
I push my breasts against your chest
I continue dancing against you
Moving with the beat
Music stops
You've wanted this
Craved this
Now, you've gotten it.
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