Anonymous | Magic Mike

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Everything had become so normal so quickly that it scared her.

His hands had already moved on her hips, catching her in his arms.

And yet, it took her a few seconds to realise that, like they had always been there.

Gia had never felt so scared of her own actions, because she was as aware as him that it would have been impossible to stop until the end of the song.

"Stop it" whispered Gia, close to his neck while she put her legs around his waist. But it was too late.

The lights became all red and purple, the music kept growing slowly, and the tension rose up.

She started panting as soon as he sat on the floor and made her whole body rotate. Now Gia's back was touching his chest, she tried to move her arms around his neck, but he quickly took her and made her face almost touch the floor.

Gia did not oppose to that, as he started touching her ass, too close to his boxers. She let him, but he said:

"We have to stop"

"Fuck you..." whispered Gia while getting away from him.

Her whole body started to get hot, and felt the need to undress even more, if just she could... he wouldn't have minded, she was sure of that...

And the fact that someone could enter at any moment was not even near Gia or Harry's minds.

They could just keep moving, keep dancing. In their own worlds, here, they were just themselves, just their souls.

Looking at one another, dreading to tear each other's clothes off, desiring to have their bodies touching.

Gia had been able to move away for a moment, before he could crawl sensually towards her, who had started to dance alone near the central end of the stage.

"What did I tell you about behaving?" Said Harry, getting to move slowly his hands on her legs, and slapping her ass while getting up too.

He started moving behind her, and she could her something behind her pulsing. Her mind was still unable to make rational decisions, but thought it was fun to keep teasing her boss.

"You might have to punish me, then" said her, while escaping from his touch and moving her belly slowly.

Harry started breathing heavily, as he continued to follow her everywhere she tried to get on that damn stage.

The lights made it difficult to see the borders of it, but that didn't seem to scare them.

At one point, she got to put her leg around him, and made them breath the same air, so close they could barely see one another's faces.

"Stop now" said Harry again... when he was the one who started licking her neck as he took his hair in his hands.

She moved her hands like it was the first time she did it on a man's body.

Like a virgin.

"You stop" replied her while moving her hand on his boxers.

But the only response he got was getting turned upside down and carried to the centre of the stage where she found herself laying on top of him, with his vagina just two centimetres away from his mouth.

"Stop" whispered with a suffocated voice, Anonymous.

She rapidly turned to him, touching with her wet and sweaty body.

Their underwear started getting humid, but all they cared for was keeping whispering to each other confused words of sarcasm.

And finally, when Gia had her body completely laying on his, and their panties were touching each other's, exciting the hell out of them, she started playing with her lips on his face.