I wanted to dance with Laya. The celebration was lively, and the music beckoned me. Taking a deep breath, I approached her, my heart racing.
"Would you like to dance?" I asked, trying to sound confident.
She smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I'd love to!"
As I took her hand, I gently kissed it. "You look absolutely stunning tonight," I said, glancing at her. "That dress really highlights your curves."
"Thank you! You clean up pretty well yourself," she replied, her smile widening.
I gripped her sexy curvaceous hips. She moved a little at my touch. I grinned, feeling a spark of chemistry. "I have to say, your soft waist is even more inviting up close."
She laughed, a light, melodic sound. "Careful, or I might just take that as a compliment."
"Only because it's true," I said, pulling her closer as we began to dance.
My fingers traced Laya's sexy hip. She smelt like roses.
I pulled her closer into me. Her busty chest rubbed against me. I felt her strapless dress slipping lower and lower. She looked sexy. She pulled her dress back up. I locked eyes with her. I wish she was mine.
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