Grant and I were pumped for the evening out, and around 8 pm we started to shower and get dressed for the night’s activities. As we danced, I noticed that almost everyone else was doing a version of “dirty dancing”, where hips were locked together, grinding in rhythm to the constant techno-dance beat blasting through the speakers. The couple was still there, but she was now on her knees cleaning off his spent cock, as she tucked her boobs back inside her blouse and buttoned up. She then pulled the top of her dress down so that her D-cup tits spilled out, and Grant was able to massage them in the flesh, occasionally pinching her erect nipples as he did. He was rock hard in only a few minutes, and he turned me to face the shower wall, lined up the tip of his cock with my pussy lips, and – with a big shove – rammed his prick balls deep into my vagina.
