Event of the week (Patreon)

Part 1:
A couple is dancing in a side room."Damn again!" She stops and pushes the man away. "Today is already the fifth time!" She protests while tapping the hardened man's crotch. "I've already told you ... it's not something I can control ... If we could stop for a moment... then it will go away..." the man apologies.

"No way! It's getting stiffer fast and fast each time we try. The ball is in two days, these dresses have cost me a pretty penny and you don't even know the steps, "she says. "But the Peace Guard..." He protests again.

"But, but, the Peace Guard ..." the woman mocks while she puts her eyes and again hits the man's penis through the tight fabric. "Dance or I'll cut it off."

The man's face turns red in anger. "I've got enough with your fucking threats! You want to dance! Let's dance then!" The man grabs the woman by the waist and presses her against him with determination.

"Hey, hey ... wait, I haven't told you the steps we will ... Ouch!" Without allowing the women to finish the sentence, the man rushes to dance.

The couple dance furiously around the room.

Their steps are not the same that they used to practice, the main basis remains, but their movements are faster, more passionate.

The dance lasts much more than it should due to the spins, jumps and rushes.

Rubbing himself against the woman one last time, the man growls and extends his arm, twisting the woman that now falls into a chair located in the side of the room. The man collapses, falling into another chair, panting, next to the woman.

The woman is sweaty and gasps for breath, now looking at the man with surprise, as if seeing him for the first time. "It was ... It was good ... Yeah it was soo good ... If we can do it again on the day of the dance, we will beat them all."

The man gives her a gentle smile, still catching his breath, and the woman tenderly smiles back but then, she opens her eyes wide as she spots a white stain on the man's clothes.

"You've spoiled your suit! I'll kill you!"

Part 2:

The two dancers are practicing their dance steps again. Their movements are visibly more experts, more graceful, but they still keep rubbing their hips with lust throughout the process.

"This is getting frustrating," says the man without stopping his feet, stifled. "But the Peace Guard ..." timidly protest women. "Since when have you cared about Peace Guard?" The man adds.

Steps lead them near the chairs from one side of the room and the man reclines the woman in one of them. "... The ... The dresses ..." the woman says haltingly. "Fuck the dresses," says the man tearing the clothes by the crotch and releasing his cock gratefully throbbing.

"Noo ... no ... But the ball ..." Whines the woman but, belying her words, her eager hands move towards her crotch and tears her clothes too.

The man bends down to kiss her passionately and briefly after he start penetrating.