The wildest hot club sex I’ve ever had.

Hot club sex is so much fucking fun that I’m still craving it so badly. It’s one of my original fantasies, the ones I always went back to when I’d have hot phone sex with my high school boyfriends. Let me paint a picture for you: a hot scene that has had me daydreaming since I first thought of it. So, we start with a hot, busy, dark nightclub. The DJ plays the music loud, and he’s favoring reggaeton. If you don’t know what that is, look it up baby, it’s that Latino club and dance music with the heavy bass and steamy lyrics. Now the air is thick, the room is dark, and lasers with colorful neon lights are at the corners.

People are dancing close, grinding on each other, and you can’t see shit. You don’t know what someone is doing three feet to your right, much less what part of the girl they’re grabbing. And, fuck! Reggaeton music is always so fucking hot. It gets me hot and bothered and so fucking horny with some of the lyrics. The bass flows through my body, and it’s like something takes over. Even without the lights on, you can picture it: my hands moving through my hair as I rock my body against yours. You can’t dance reggaeton at a distance; you have to stay close. That always painted the perfect opportunity for hot club sex. I always yearned to go that far on a dance floor, too.

And finally, I did it.

I finally got the hot club sex I’d been craving since my school years. During my first Spring Break vacation in college, I hit Miami for some fun. Picture this: a few sexy college girls out for a night on the town. We were drinking, partying, and high off our asses. The night was young, and honestly, we were fucking living it. We slipped into a beachfront nightclub, downing a few shots at the bar. It wasn’t the first drink of our club crawl adventure. My little black dress scrunched up at the sides so deliciously, showing off my thick thighs. The hem of my skirt was riding up and showing off my ass and the little red thong underneath. My hair was curled and bouncy around my shoulders as I danced, and I slipped into the middle of the dance floor.

With the lights down low and the flickering LEDs, I was so out of my mind. And then the song changed again to one of my favorites, and I felt someone slowly approach me from behind. His hands grabbed at my hips greedily, and I shut my eyes, lost in the moment. My skin was buzzing, my body grinding against his. His cock grew rock hard against me from all the teasing. Reggaeton always did make me dance like a slut. He craved the same hot club sex that I needed and wanted.  I dreamed of a night of dirty public sex that I might regret in the morning, but never completely. So I got bold. I reached back and stroked my hand against him and his belt.

I undid his belt & knew hot club sex was ripe for the taking!

It was so easy, even with my eyes shut and only one hand behind me. It’s almost like he had it half undone for me already. As soon as I did that, he got the message. He craved the same hot club sex, and his hands instantly slipped down to the edges of my dress. His fingers traced over my tiny red thong and my pussy lips that begged for attention. As he moved it to the side, I felt it. The big, thick head pushed in. The ecstasy of it all overwhelmed me, and it felt so fucking good, I could scream. The music was loud, the bass was deep, and I couldn’t stop grinding and dancing against this guy. His cock slid into me hard and fast and filled me up. I was so over the moon; I couldn’t stop myself.

He pulled me closer as we danced, his lips stealing kisses and leaving hickeys on my neck… Can you tell how fucking wet I got while writing this? Fuck – I need to do this again.

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