Re: Dance floor: Harl/Dami sexy warning
Damian thrusted harder and harder, face and body dotted with sweat as his skin turned red and hot. He kissed her lips, tasting her moans and cries. He was beyond caring if people could hear her. In fact a part of him wanted them to. Everyone at the party seemed to be lamenting one thing or another, treating the affair as a funeral instead of a wedding. Damian didn't see why he couldn't use the opportunity to get something good and dirty. Something he needed.
He looked down to watch her touch herself, smirking up at her to prove he liked seeing her fingers work. Damian liked the rough raking of her nails, lifting his chin up so she could scrape red streaks down his skin. He grunted, eyes closed as he felt the pressure build and his mind wash with black nothingness. Nothing mattered except how good she felt, how hard his dick was and how close he was getting to losing control.