Fun at the Club

Samantha and Calvin laugh, drinking at the bar, while Eric hangs back about 15 feet away, watching. She leans over and whispers in Calvin’s ear “So, should we hit the dance floor again?” and looks at him with a sultry grin. He says “You bet,” and she quickly reaches down and gives his giant dick a squeeze, then stands up and follows him.

Eric watches them dance on the floor, his small dick straining against his pants. Samantha is beautiful, obviously enjoying Calvin’s hands roaming her small body. “Holy shit!” Eric quietly says to himself, as he sees Samantha’s dress bounce up, slightly exposing her small, firm ass cheeks. She grinds against Calvin’s pelvis, feeling his big dick awakening, and starts to gyrate against it. She smiles at him, then scans the crowd to see Eric watching. She flashes him a big smile, then whispers in Calvin’s ear.

“Are you sure?” Calvin asks her. Samantha thinks for a moment - she’s not sure if it’s the ****, or everything that’s happened in the last few days, or what her sister said, or if it’s just Calvin and his muscular body and large cock, but she quickly flashes Eric a look, then nods her head, saying “I want to get fucked by a real dick. A strong, big, hard dick. YOUR dick.” and kisses him.

Eric can’t believe it. “Holy shit, she kissed him!” he thinks to himself, watching them leave the dance floor. The moment her lips touched Calvin’s sent a shot of electricity through him, and he stands there for a moment, reveling in the image now burned in his mind. He quickly scans the dance floor for them, and catches a brief glimpse of Samantha’s red dress, leading Calvin outside by the hand. He hurriedly follows, pushing past the throng of partiers, trying to catch up.