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• And then you danced. Gemma wasn't nearly as scantily clad as many of the other girls and women on the dance floor, and she was clutching her small purse with her, but you still never wanted to take your eyes off of her. She spun and whirled, her grin infectious and her laugh warm whenever she pressed close.
• The song changed into a slower, heavier beat and you pulled her to you, and she turned in your hands to press her ass back against your crotch. You ground against each other to the beat, and your hands wandered from her hips to her sides, and higher as she lifted her hands into the air. You kissed her shoulder, and then the nape of her neck, and she lowered her hands behind your head as she rolled her head to the side to give you full access to her bare neck.
• You were deep in the crowd and you didn't care what someone might see. You palmed one of her wonderfully large tits as your cock pressed against her ass through your clothes. She moaned, unheard through the loud music. You brought your lips to her ear and kissed the lobe before whispering. "God, I love you," to her.