Ethan
Everyone seemed to glance at Demyan as he led me to the dance floor. He was beautiful, the red, purple then blue flashes made him look eccentric as his mask reflected trinkets of our surroundings.
The thought of Igor making advances at him filled me with a deep sense of jealousy even though I knew he was not serious. If I was not holding Demyan's hand right now I knew someone else in the crowd would have tried to approach him. His mini skirt showing off his long strong yet delicate legs. It teased you every time he walked, you would get a glimpse of the back of his delicious thigh which led to something I had been dying to see the entire night.
It was still a mystery what was under that skirt as he had been teasing me the entire night with snippets. I had had a good feeling when I gripped his ass when he bent down to climb into the car and my body had been caught in a lust frenzy ever since.
