<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Km28270.png)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>7:30 PM-ish<br/><strong>When:</strong>Party Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie | Sofia | Chris<br/><strong>Mood:</strong><strong>I Don't Really Care... (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zZ2bifb338)</strong><hr/>Jamal was ecstatic with Charlie's response. It felt like she was melting like putty into his hands - both figuratively and literally. Her agreement was so quick - and even though the black stud knew it was in the heat of the moments, with the drinks, the dancing, the atmosphere, and the encouragement - he would still take advantage of it. If not for that lick on his jawline, he would've certainly kissed her, and the fact that she'd put some distance between her and himself, didn't escape himself either. But she was still smiling, still swaying with his body, and still very much giving him her undivided attention. And that's what mattered now. He'd gotten away with touching so much of her, but the insatiable man wanted to get away with a whole lot more.<br/><br/><strong>"Count on it, we'll be meeting again soon. Though it's hard for me to <em>not</em> to take you home tonight,"</strong>he huffed into her ear, the bristle of his beard brushing against her cheek as he spoke. Deciding it was time to switch positions, and show this gorgeous girl just<em>how hard</em>things were for him, Jamal gave her a quick shove forward, spinning her 180 degrees, just before yanking her back towards him, as they were dancing, eyes locked once again. But this wasn't enough - not for Jamal. With another tug, he brought her crashing into his body, that expensive suit and her silken dress the only two layers of cloth that stood between her chest and his. While his pectorals downright flattened the woman's breasts against her body, planted his forehead right against hers, the tips of their noses touching.<br/><br/>Even his hands went to work, this time, working on the back of her thighs. He slithered his touch up, up, and up, until he unabashedly grabbed that sweet spot (https://i.imgur.com/EMJzIzw.gif) he'd been after for the whole time they danced. A gentle grunt left his breath as he squeezed and molded her flesh in his black hands. Jamal's body didn't show her any mercy from the front either - for that massive black shaft he'd been stifling away all night was now raging, roaring for action. It protruded outwards as a mighty bulge, pressing up against Chris' crotch and imparting the searing sensation of its latent heat, right onto her body, through the fabric of her clothes.<br/><br/><strong>"You're just the perfect dance partner...our bodies move so naturally with one another, don't they?</strong>" he said to her, his lips almost brushing against hers with every syllable he uttered...