The thrill when someone took the invitation and stepped forward was something Gwenog always enjoyed. She responded enthusiastically to the kiss, bringing one hand to her arse, fingers just catching the edge of the red dress, the other she brought to the back of her head, threading into the softness of her hair.
She moulded herself to the front of the woman, bringing their hips together, wanting to insinuate one thigh between her legs, still managing to sway slightly to the beat.