Fuck that dance floor. We were dancing, you would grind your ass onto my crotch, and hell, you'd make me hard. And because I'm an evil horny bitch, I would do grinding of my own. Lots of it, onto your ass, onto your crotch.
Damn it. I knew that I was sending the wrong signals. Yet, I'm touchy, I'm horny, and I like touching and making other guys horny. But I hated it in the end because you were still so touchy-feely on our ride home. Dude, I like you on the dance floor---but only on the dance floor.
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