He strutted across the dance floor, hips swaying knowingly. His dance partner – a contented smirk on his lips – followed eagerly, hand in hand. Softly lit by the club’s luminescent lights and the burning heat of mutual desire, they propositioned each other and moved as one. The night folded around them as their bodies merged in a frenetic exchange of warm flesh, wet kisses and hot breath. The grinding of their pelvises creating a symphony of sin.
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The tango of their tongues began in slow intimate circles, each one mesmerized by the hot primal sensation of the other. As the kiss deepened, a wave of arousal moved through their bodies. It was a passionate interlude of warm exploring lips as hands moved beneath shirts, feeling the tight muscles and lost in a wild, fiery carnal dance.
She stepped closer, her fingers grazing my collarbone. “You like what you see? I do,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling my neck as she leaned in. Our bodies moved in a suggestive dance, our hands exploring each other in all the perfect places. I could feel her heat radiating from every inch as we became lovers in this moment of scorching desire.
My pulse raised with anticipation and I couldn’t help but admire his perfectly toned body as we moved together – closer and closer. Our lips locked passionately and his tight stocky grip around my waist sent electricity everywhere. I could feel his pulse, his sweat – all leading up to that moment when his lips parted and I tasted my first Key West tango. His warm tongue sent me on a journey of passion – an incredible, sexy and hungry experience that I will never forget.