He’s sat with his head back, his eyes closed and I have to smile. Moving, I staddle him and begin dancing on his lap. His eyes widen at me.
“Baby girl, don’t you dare.” His words are fierce, and I continue to dance, grinding against him, my hips moving, and I can feel his c**k straining against his jeans. It gives me more motivation to grind against it as I hear him groan.
He moves to stand and pulls me with him. Laughing, I dance. He stood up because he was giving in. His lips tease my neck before he reaches my ear.
“I’m getting us drinks, baby girl. Enjoy your few minutes of no vibrations.” He walks to the bar, and I laugh. He is close to giving in, which means I will win.
“How much?” I turn, hearing someone, looking at the guy, confused. “For a dance, how much?” He steps closer, and
