Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
The music was so loud she couldn’t hear her own thoughts. The bass paced her heartbeat, and the energy of the melody moved her body. Not a single thing mattered out here on the dance floor. Not the family at home or the stress waiting for her at work. Her neck rolled back, and her eyes closed; she loved dancing. Sweat beaded across her skin as she turned and swayed, and her breath was strained as if the DJ knew she needed a break from the fast pace he’d set; the music slowed to something more sensual.
She could feel it in her limbs and in the air around her. The crowd moved with her, everyone sharing the same vibe. Then, a strange pair of hands slid over her hips and pulled her back against a firm body she didn’t know.