Remmy mentally congratulated himself for managing to not only undo his shorts and slip them down without a break in the unheard music he was gyrating to, but for getting them to the floor and off his feet without tripping and crashing head, hands, and/or dick first into Rose. He swiveled his hips for her when she reached out to touch him, and moaned slightly at feeling the warmth of her breath against his skin.<br/><br/>"I hope so," he said, "Anyone taking requests for my future dares? I can give them to you alphabetically or just in random order." Remmy laughed as he began a big finale for the dance, scooting forward and hovering over Rose's lap.<br/><br/>He ran one hand along his shaft and brought the tip of his cock right up to her lips. "I know it's not really part of the dance, but you can take a taste, if you want."<br/>-----<br/>8-)