I opened the door and pulled Oliv inside. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed with arousal and drunkenness.
I slammed the door shut behind me.
The room was unlit and dusky, the club music strongly muted out while still being comfortably audible.
There were many smooth dark leather sofas and chairs, and a scent of sweat hung in the air.
I pulled Oliv towards me. I grabbed her juicy behind through her dress, then, seconds later, slide down onto her naked skin then back up and underneath her dress.
I pressed my fingers strongly into her luxurious flesh and pulled her even tighter, till my bulge was just inches away from Oliv's horny and barely-clad pussy.
She instinctively, without thinking at all, wrapped her arms around my neck. I slid one of my hands to the front and easily slipped it inside her soaked panties.
