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Erik stands motionless; partygoers stream past him with confused looks on their faces, curious to see a person just standing there.

Their glances and their judgment barely register; his eyes are entirely focused on his girlfriend and the man she continues to grind on.

He watches as she spins herself around, still, looking over her shoulder at Erik, tempting him, challenging him to make a move, or to stay and watch.

He can see it better now, the man's arousal pushing through his black denim, settling, almost hotdogging between her ass, his hand wrapped around, unwilling to get off her breast. His chest pressed into her lower back, a reminder of who exactly she’s dancing with.

Her eyes are on fire, her brow furrowing as she meets the man's movements, quickly becoming foreplay-esque thrusts rather than grinding and gyrating.

Erik can barely breathe as the man adjusts his grip on her breasts, awkwardly resting on her exposed cleavage before sliding down past the fabric; the look on her face says it all. The shape of his hand under the dress makes her let out a moan. Whether it’s for Erik or the man pinching her nipple, Erik isn’t sure.

His other hand slides lower from her waist, circling its prey and hooking into the hem of her dress.

Vi finds Erik again, having momentarily lost herself in pleasure; there’s no hesitation in her eyes now, only pleasure.

She rolls her hips into his crotch again, his bulge disappearing against the round of her ass; she points downwards, for Erik, telling him to watch, showing him that she won’t stop this man. Only he can now.

He watches the man's fingers graze her thigh, pulling the dress up, inching upwards.

Vi doesn’t resist; why would she? She parts her legs slightly, giving him an easier path to his goal.

She looks at him Erik again, her eyes hazy with arousal and shock. Shock that Erik is letting it go this far… And a hint of something else, something dangerous… She can hardly believe that he’s letting it go this far.

A fleeting green movement pulls his focus away for a split second; a wide-eyed Ari stares at him, then at Vi, her lips curling into a teasing, malicious sneer, ear to ear, as she joins Vi in waiting for his next move.

‘You just going to watch? Or are you going to do something?”

His body moves before his brain can take in the information; Vi’s eyes widen in delight as she pulls away from the man, the man in too much shock to notice as she slips out of his arms.

“What the fuck?” He barks, looking towards Vi before being swallowed by the crowd; the couple stride toward each other, Erik grabbing her by the hips and desperately crashing his lips against hers as he squeezes her ass possessively.

She returns the kiss without hesitation, pressing her pert, aroused nipples against his chest, her mouth vibrating with her moans, rubbing her thigh against his bulge.

She pulls away, face red, lips swollen; she reaches down as she licks her lips, desperately, roughly grabbing her boyfriend's heavy and rigid cock bulge with an unashamed and sluttly look burning in her eyes.