Showing Her A Few Steps

Zariah's swaying solo when Dee steps in. "Need a partner?" Just like that they start slow, hands on hips, bodies almost touching. A couple turns later and Zariah's big tits are brushing Dee's chest, the heat jumps straight to their heads. They stall mid-step, eyes locked, breathing hard. One cheeky grin from Dee and Zariah's nodding before she even knows she's doing it. "Just this once." Dee's fingers slip inside Zariah's waistband, find her wet and willing, tattooed forearm flexing while she works her fingers deep and steady. Zariah moans, grinds down, blonde hair sticking to her neck. They keep telling themselves they'll stop after this, but Dee's knuckles keep pumping and Zariah's hips won't quit. They stay pressed close, dirty promises traded under their breath, dancing turns into grinding, and neither one is pretending they want to stop anymore.