I hate these kinds of places. The blaring music, the suffocating crowds, the smell of alchohol and smut, and the necessity to yell in order to communicate. I hate it all. Ayana, being the typical part girl, is in her element. She grabs my hand and dives right into the wall of people, stopping at what feels like the middle of the dancefloor. She turns to face me, wraps her arms around my neck, pulls herself up just a bit, and softly attacks my face with her lips. I smirk. I turn my head slightly to expose my neck as if to say “you know how I like it”. Her tongue begins to tickle my neck as if to say “I know exactly how you like it”. I plant my hands on her waist and she begins to move in that sexy way she moves, waist wiggling and ass jiggling. I turn my face into hers, and aggressively kiss her soft lips, squeezing her waist tighter with every passing second. Shes a damn good kisser. As our lips separate and our eyes open, she smiles the kind of smile that says ” you make me hot”. I touch her face in the kind of way that says “I know”. “Let’s go find my friends” she yells into my ear. I nod.
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