"Oh my god! I'm coming again! Ross!" Jasmine shouted, her voice echoing over the pulsating bass of the music as she reached her peak for the third time that night.
They were still on the center of the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of bodies swaying to the rhythm, but their position had shifted. Ross stood tall and confident, a vision of strength and allure, as he skillfully maneuvered Jasmine's body over him with just one hand.
The men around them watched in awe, their eyes widening at the sheer display of power. Ross's thin arm seemed to defy all expectations, effortlessly holding her in place and on the air for over thirty minutes while he maintained a casual, almost god-like demeanor.
His other hand was busily exploring Sophia's depths, igniting waves of pleasure that made her gasp and moan softly, lost in her own world.
