What to choose?
I've made my point, Eric's jealous.
Not willing to take it any further for the night, I allow myself to separate from my dance partner's body, turning towards him.
"You have a date to go back to, but thanks for the service." I tell him while looking him in the eyes, grateful for the help.
His smirk still plastered on his face, he gives me a playful spank on my ass.
"You're welcome, girl. You're always welcome for a taste of this chocolate."
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