Older woman Annie dances seductively with her young partner

After that killer dinner, Annie grabbed Nick by the hips and pulled him close. She moved like she knew exactly what she wanted, rolling her hips against his, teasing the hell out of him. Her dress slid over her curves every time she dipped and twisted, and her grin dared him to keep up. Nick didn’t miss a beat. He caught her rhythm, matched it, their bodies grinding harder with each song. Sweat started to bead on Annie’s collarbone and the low lights caught it, making her skin glow. She ran her hands down his chest, slow, like she was claiming territory. When the tempo dipped, she spun into him, back pressed to his front, and rocked against his hardening cock without a shred of shame. Nick’s hands found her waist, fingers digging in as he leaned down and finally caught her mouth. The kiss hit like a match to dry grass. Hot, deep, all tongue and bite. Annie moaned right into him, tasting like wine and trouble, and Nick answered by sliding one hand up to cup her breast through the thin fabric. She arched into his palm, grinding harder, letting him feel how wet she was getting through her panties. No hesitation, just pure, hungry need. Their mouths stayed locked, messy and wet, breath coming fast between stolen kisses, both of them already halfway gone.