Miss-You're interupted

Rubbing your hand against her inner thigh, cock pressed hard against the softness of her ass you whisper in Rose's ear, "Why don't we take this back to my hotel room?"

Before she can answer you hear Ashley's voice from accross the room, "What the fuck!?" Her usually pale face is red with anger as she stomps across the dance floor towards you, her blonde updo bouncing and the frills of her blue princess dress billowing behind her.