Go dance

"Let's go dance," you say with a smile.

The two of you head off to the dance floor. You lead the way, knocking haphazardly through the tightly packed groups of girls dancing wildly. You duck under a swinging hand and skip through a gap in the crowd, dragging Lucy close after you, pushing through the girls. Thankfully, they're all drunk enough that none of them seem to care much about being haphazardly shoved through.

The drink is beginning to hit you by now. You can feel the gentle sway of the mind, the fuzziness just behind the eyes that tells you that your **** was worth what you paid for it. Of course, as the drink takes you, your already plentiful urge to fuck seems to be being amplified considerably, as is so often ****'s effect on you.

"I love this song," your date smiles, beginning to sway her hips to the music.

Your mind is far too focused on the moment at hand to even recognize the song, although you suspect that even if you were made aware of it, you'd find it's hardly to your tastes. What does appeal to your tastes is far more primal: her. Her hips sway in a seductive manner as she dances, her gorgeous breasts juggling with the movement, causing your cock to harden in your pants and your mouth to water. Her dress is tight on her tips, drawing your gaze towards her fat ass. Your tongue flicks in your mouth, eager to taste her and run along her ass crack.

"Fuck me," you mutter to yourself. "She is hot."

Her dancing is clearly designed to bring your eyes upon her sexual assets. It clearly draws you in, giving you a deep desire to just tear your cock from your pants and fuck her on the dance floor. The combination of drunkenness and lust leaves you in a trance. Jesus, with the way her movements draw focus to her breasts and ass, you're overwhelmed. Something simply MUST be done, lest your blues grow as blue as the skies themselves. Quickly, ignore your rationale and pursue exhilaration!