Grey

10

I was laying in our bed watching TV eating bacon from the platter the room service nigga brought in she was straddling me listening to music, not my music this time, she was listening to dancehall and I was feeding her strips of bacon.

We were enjoying ourselves, we spent the night before running around the hotel causing trouble, we bombed the karaoke bar and sang American Boy and she did a fucking lit Estelle, then we did Pursuit of Happiness and Day n Nite.

Afterwards we ran into a jazz night in the lounge and she ended up getting pulled into a dance by one of the professionals, I knew she could fucking dance but what she did last night was more than dancing. She moved like a professional, twirling her hips, and gyrating her waist.

It looked like every nigga in the room was watching her and the nigga she was dancing with was enjoying it too much.

I don't dance.

I jump around and cause fucking trouble.

She had pulled me into the corner of the lounge when she saw me getting pissed and sat on my lap while the DJ switched the music up he was playing dancehall, she told me it was Slow Motion by Vybz Kartel.

When she heard the intro beat she pulled me to a wall and had me lean on it, and it was evident the Jamaican girls and guys in the place knew exactly what happened when this song plays.

She slow whined on me, it was like she was fucking me through her clothes, and her short summer dress was wrapped so tightly against her ass, it was bliss.

She moved her ass against me like she knew exactly what would happen and she did, she looked back at me with a smirk as she bent her and rolled her hips and spine.

Fucking Jamaican girls man.
You gotta love em.

I was having a hard time standing up seeing that my dick was getting harder and harder as the seconds went by and by that time the dancehall segment was in full swing. She sat on my lap, joking with me, twerking on me and watching the girls on the dance floor trying to work their hips, some if them were good but honestly compared to Kae they were nothing.

A song started playing, some woman singing about "skinning out her pumpum" and babe started getting excited.

The DJ pulled it up and played it again then called the girls out on the dance floor for a competition.

I tapped her ass and gripped it, gaining her attention.

She leaned in, a smirk on her face.

I kissed her lightly and whispered, "Go make daddy proud, and keep that dress low."

She chuckled lowly and kissed me again before making her way over to the dancefloor her hips and ass swaying and bouncing as she walked away in her sandals.

She was gaining attention as she went.

And at that moment I wasn't jealous, and I think she felt that because she turned back and gave me a smile before taking the center of the floor with the rest of the girls.

The song began to play and all the other girls immediately started going ham bouncing they asses everywhere and honestly it looked painful on some of these hoes but then I caught Kae, moving her hips around and around to the beat of the song, she spread her legs a little and started stooping as she moved her hips.

I heard the beat drop and the woman instructed for the girls to "skin out them pumpum" she dropped to her knees swiftly and quickly, and started bouncing her ass to the beat.

It was obvious, she'd won. The other girls had rhythm, but they had no strategy. They were worn out by the time it came to the time to go hard.

She had gotten up and was bent over hands on her knees and was bouncing her ass again.