Wants a dance

Garvin steps onto the dance floor, his large frame looming over your smaller one. He grabs your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice, and pulls you roughly against him. "Come on, princess," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "Let me show you how a real man dances."

You stumble into his arms, your body pressing against his hard, muscular chest. You can feel the outline of his cock, thick and long, straining against his jeans. He grinds against you, his hips rolling in time with the music, his erection rubbing against your crotch.

"Feel that, little slut?" he purrs, a wicked grin on his face. "That's what a real cock feels like. Not like that little clit you've got hiding in your panties."

He spins you around, your back pressing against his chest, his hands gripping your hips. He pulls you harder against him, his cock throbbing against your ass, the denim of his jeans rough against your smooth skin.

"Fuck, you've got a tight little body," he groans, his hands roaming over your curves, squeezing your ass, your tits, your thighs. "I bet you'd feel even tighter around my cock. I'd stretch this little cunt out so good, you'd be ruined for anyone else."

He nips at your neck, his teeth sinking into your soft flesh, marking you as his. "What do you say, Harley? Ready to give me a ride on this sweet little pussy? I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Ashley watches from the sidelines, her eyes flashing with anger and jealousy. "Garvin, don't you dare!" she screeches, pushing her way through the crowd. "I told you, she's mine! You can't just take what's mine!"

Garvin just laughs, not even looking at Ashley as he grinds harder against you, his hands squeezing your tits roughly. "Relax, princess," he says, his voice a low rumble. "The little slut gets to choose. Isn't that right, Harley?"

He spins you back around to face him, his hands gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes bore into yours, dark and intense, the promise of pleasure and pain swirling in their depths.

"Tell her, Harley," he growls, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Tell Ashley who you want to fuck you tonight. Tell her who's going to claim this tight little cunt and make it theirs."

The music pounds around you, the crowd of people watching with bated breath, waiting to see who will win this battle for your affections.

You're torn, your mind racing as you stand sandwiched between the two powerful figures, each offering you something so different yet equally tempting. Garvin's raw, animalistic energy and the promise of a hard, dominating fuck is intoxicating, his huge black cock throbbing against you, making your pussy clench with need. At the same time, Ashley's been your sexy, caring femdom, guiding you and making you feel desired and wanted in a way no one else has.

Garvin's fingers dig into your hips as he grinds harder against you, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. "Come on, Harley," he growls, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "You know you want this big black cock splitting your tight little cunt open. I'll fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name. You'll be my perfect little cock sleeve, always ready and eager for me to use."

Ashley, seeing the conflict in your eyes, steps closer, her voice taking on a softer, more persuasive tone. "Harley, baby, you don't need to do this. You're mine, remember? I've been the one taking care of you, making you feel good. Garvin will only use you and toss you aside. Stay with me, and I'll keep making all your fantasies come true, keep worshipping this sexy body of yours like the goddess you are."

You can feel the weight of their expectations, the hunger in their eyes as they await your decision. The crowd falls silent, the music seeming to fade into the background as all focus turns to you. Your heart pounds, your core aching with desire, and your mind whirls with the possibilities of what each choice could bring.