Osman checks on the dance floor

Before Danielle came back, Lee joined Osman at the bar and ordered a drink. He was still drinking his scotch when she arrived. Her eyes sparkled. "Come on, boys. Let's dance!" Danielle grabbed one hand of each man and yanked them back to the music.

She undulated erotically to the heavy bass line of the music. Her hips and ass were in constant motion, and she frequently shook her tits, which kept Lee and Osman looking at her chest. In just a minute or so, she was bumping and grinding in between the two horny men. This time, Lee was behind her, rubbing her belly, and Osman had his hand on her ass. Remembering what she'd said before hitting the bathroom, Osman moved his hands down to the edge of her short skirt and slid them up underneath. All he felt was smooth skin and tight muscle. He caught Lee's eye and mouthed 'tits' to him. Lee nodded, slipping his hands under her shirt and up to cup her breasts. His eyes widened and he nodded. Osman knew that she was now missing her bra and panties. Danielle just danced and moaned.

Lee groped her tits firmly, and Osman pulled her hips in tight to his. His cock drilled into her skirt and lower belly. He flipped up the skirt front, so his bulging pants were rubbing directly on her mound. She clung to Osman.

Lee flipped up the back of the skirt. His cock was grinding her ass, trying to escape his pants.