Irene Asks Matt

Of course Matt accepted her invitation. Although maybe according to the rules he had ****, anyway.

Regardless, as the music started and the others took to the floor, he and Irene began gyrating to the music. Frequently, she would turn away from him, bend over, and shake her ass. She did have a nice ass. Soft and pliable and jiggly. Although he kept his hands to himself, after all, she was the wife of a close friend, Irene was constantly touching him. Rubbing her palms over his chest. Brushing a hand fleetingly along the shaft of his erection.

When the song ended, he was about to step away to get a drink but she clasped her fist aggressively around his shaft. "Uh, ugh, Cowboy. You're dancing the next one with me."

It is hard for a man to argue with a scantily clad woman when she has a handful of his dick.

And, she did not let go. All through the song, she held on tightly to his cock, sliding her fist along the length of it in rhythm to the music.

When the next song began, Irene, still holding on to Matt's hard-on, leaned in and lifted herself up on her tiptoes. She whispered in his ear, "Do you want me to make you cum?"