Makeout on dance floor

The dance floor is chaotic and electric. You pull Sarah deeper into the crowd, the bass thumping through your chest. She’s still a little self-conscious at first, but after a few songs she starts loosening up, moving her hips to the music.

You spot one of the punch bowls nearby and grab two cups, handing one to Sarah. The drink smells strong, fruit juice barely covering up the heavy amount of ****. It’s clear that multiple people spiked it, it tastes like pure liquor with a hint of cherry.

“Wow… this is *strong*,” Sarah says after her first sip, eyes widening. She laughs nervously but takes another big gulp. “We probably shouldn’t… but fuck it.”

You both keep drinking while dancing. The toxic punch hits fast. After two full cups each, the world starts feeling warmer and fuzzier. Sarah’s cheeks are flushed bright red, and her movements are getting looser and more sensual. You’re both definitely drunk now.

You pull her closer. Sarah wraps her arms around your neck, pressing her massive tits firmly against your chest as you grind together on the dance floor. The red dress rides up her thighs as she moves. No one around you cares most couples are doing the same or worse.

Sarah looks up at you, eyes glassy and hungry from both the **** and earlier fucking. You lean down and kiss her. What starts as a relatively innocent kiss quickly turns into a full-on makeout session in the middle of the dance floor. Your tongues slide against each other sloppily as the music pounds around you.

She moans softly into your mouth, grinding her hips against you harder. You grab her ass through the dress and pull her even tighter, your bulge pressing right against her. Sarah doesn’t pull away, if anything, she grinds back, rolling her hips in slow, dirty circles.

“Jack…” she breathes against your lips between kisses, clearly drunk and horny. “We’re supposed to be acting normal… but I don’t care anymore.”

You keep making out heavily, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, bodies pressed tight as you grind shamelessly on the dance floor. Her huge chest squishes against you, and you can feel the heat between her legs even through the dress. Your hands roam over her ass and waist while she runs her fingers through your hair, kissing you like she wants to devour you.

The **** has completely lowered both your inhibitions. Anyone looking would see “cousins” making out pretty intensely, but in the drunken chaos of the formal, barely anyone even glances your way.

Sarah pulls back just enough to look at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes, she points to erection.

“You’re getting so worked up again…” she whispers, grinding her hips slowly against your hard cock. “What are we gonna do about it, Jack?”