Now I was so f*****g turned on. I could feel my p***y juices running against my inner thighs as I twerked. s**t, the little shot I had must have had something to do with this, as my body was even getting hot.
While I did so many moves, she suddenly was in front of me as she walked to the desk. She asked me not to stop, and I didn’t. Then she picked up the short glass from where I had taken a sip earlier. She took it, gulping it in one move, and then picked up the whole bottle of vodka and came to me.
“Twerk that ass,” she said, repeating after the lyrics. Then she was behind me. While I danced, she also moved behind me, her hand on my waist as I danced. It was so sensual, and as she brought me close, I felt the dildo against my ass, making me grind now.
She didn’t stop me. Instead, she
