Dance with her

You dance with the girl. More like animalistic dry humping. You're essentially fucking her through the fabric of your pants and her tight spandex bottoms. Your cock strains against her tiny, petite ass and she thrusts and grinds against you savagely. You could probably take her virginity straight through the clingy fabric.

The small girl lets you grope her firm, still growing breasts: no bra, tiny, diamond hard nipples straining against the palms of your hands as you snake them under her white tube top. When she's 20, she'll probably be double Ds. Her skin is slick with sweat and she's chewing on bubble gum fiercely, grinding her teeth in frenzied, ****-fueled lust.

"God, your cock is gonna rip me apart!" she twerks her ass up and down. "Fuck it's so big."

Her friends are plying her with more booze and ****: MDMA, coke, speed. These girls are high rollers, out with daddy's credit card and not a care in the world. The blonde in pigtails reels and she staggers against you, leaning almost entirely on you. She convulses as the **** hit her particularly hard. Her tiny hands are all over you, under your shirt and in your hair, but mostly jacking you off through your pants.

"You wanna break my hymen right here on the dance floor?" the girl asks. She's got her other hand in her Lycra spandex pants, rubbing her brain way. "I shaved today!"