Xanthe bit her bottom lip, but smiled. "I would like that even more." She says. "Maybe I am a wjore, but only for you." She says as they walked back towards the crowd.
Lucas slipped in behind her, swaying his hips with hers. He put his arm over her shoulder, his hand resting on her breast. "Thank you for helping build this place," he said
Xanthe moaned softly from his lips on her neck, nodding to his question. She turned her head slightly towards his ear "Yes, babe. It's starting to drip onto my thigh." She said, hoping he would lick her clean.
Lucas moaned as he pulled her close, grinding into her. He ran his hand down to her leg, wiping it clean. He lifted it, "taste yourself?" He suggested with his hand in front if her face
Lucas smiled as she sucked his fingers clean. He lent in and kissed her after, "you like?" He teased as he ran his hand slowly down her front as they stood on the dance floor.
"Yes, please." She begged softly as she was becoming more impatient. She then watched him drop to his knees, biting her bottom lip, waiting with anticipation
Xanthe let out a loud moan, but thankfully the loud music blocked her voice. She held onto his shoulder to keep herself steady. "Oh god," she moaned, feeling his wet tongue swipe across her pussy lips.
Lucas smirked and continued to lick up all their juices that had dribbled out of her. He loved the taste of their combined pleasure. He ran his tongue slowly up the length of her lips, before gently sucking on her small little clit.