“Stay.” He whispered into my ears.
“I want to, but I’m a bit tired from all the dancing and don’t want to dance anymore,” I said, trying to make him see reasons why I had to stop dancing on him.
He was getting so horny that I feared his erection was going to break out from his trousers and poke my ass. Plus, I was dreading him asking me for s*x, as I wasn’t ready for that at all.
“You don’t need to dance anymore; just stay. I want you to sit on my lap.” He said, and I slowly sat back on his lap.
He was still erect, and I could feel his bulge on my ass, but I tried my best to ignore it because it was making me feel a type of way that I wasn’t supposed to be feeling.
I could tell for a fact that I was wet, and it surprised me because I’ve always thought of myself as weird. Because I kne
