The club pulsed with a wild, electric energy, the DJ's music thumping through the air, vibrating in my chest as neon lights flashed in a dizzying swirl of pinks, blues, and purples. The dance floor was a chaotic sea of bodies, swaying and spinning, their laughter and shouts blending with the beat, the air thick with excitement.

I was right in the middle of it, my white mini skirt and fitted sweater catching the neon glow, my long dark hair swaying as I moved. Sonny was right there with me, his tall frame pressed close, his hands guiding me as we danced, our bodies locked in the rhythm. The semi-naked dancers in the glass bowl above us swayed under cascading water, their bare bodies drawing cheers from the crowd, but for now, my world was all Sonny—his warmth, his bold touch, the way he pulled me into the moment.

My legs hooked around Sonny's waist, his hands gripping my ass, our faces so close I could feel his breath on my lips. In a swift, bold move, he slid his hands under my skirt, grabbing my ass fully, pulling me even closer. The heat of his touch sent a jolt through me, my body pressed tight against his, the music urging us on.

"You dance really good, Aeri," Sonny said, his voice low and warm, his smile flashing in the neon light as he held me, his hands firm on my ass cheeks but teasing.

"You too…" I gasped, my voice soft and breathy, my heart pounding as I leaned into him, my hands resting on his shoulders, the club's energy swirling around us.

He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "You learn this somewhere?" he asked, his voice raised slightly over the music, his fingers still gripping me, keeping our bodies close.

I laughed, shaking my head as I swayed against him, my legs still hooked around his waist. "Nah, just a little with friends," I said, leaning closer, "But mostly it's this place, I guess. The vibe's just… wild." My voice was light, but my body felt alive, caught in the music's pulse and Sonny's bold energy.

"Oh, is that so?" he teased, his smile widening as one hand slid lower, his fingers tracing lightly over my pussy through my panties, the touch sending a shockwave through me. My breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as I rested my head against his neck, my body trembling with heat.

"Ahh… yeah…" I murmured, my voice a mix of a moan and a whisper, my hands tightening on his neck as I pressed closer, the sensation overwhelming but thrilling.

Sonny chuckled, his breath warm against my skin as he turned me, my back now against his chest, his hands sliding to my hips.

"Let's dance more then," he said, his voice low and playful, guiding my movements as the music pulsed faster. My breaths came shallow, a strange heat building inside me, like I wanted to lose myself completely in the moment, in him.

I spun on my heels, my arms raised, my skirt flaring up, flashing my panties to the crowd. I didn't care, the music and Sonny's hands making me bold, reckless.

"Yeah, that's more like it," he said, his voice thick with approval as he grabbed my waist, lifting me effortlessly. I hooked my legs around his face, his warm breath grazing my inner thighs, sending a shiver through me as he held me there for a moment, the crowd a blur around us.

He set me down gently, and we faced each other, our hips swaying in unison, my boobs pressed against his chest, his hand on my ass guiding my movements. The music thumped, our bodies moving as one, the neon lights painting us in vibrant colors.

"Hehehe," I giggled, my hands sliding around his neck, my body buzzing with the wine and the thrill of his touch.

"You're an awesome girl," Sonny said, his voice warm as he moved with me.

"And you're way too bold with your wild moves," I teased.

Sonny spun me suddenly, my skirt flared as I gasped, my back landing against his chest, my ass pressing against his groin. The move was swift, bold, and my heart skipped, the heat of his body igniting a spark in mine. His hands slid up, clutching my boobs openly this time, his fingers squeezing through my sweater, the touch unapologetic and thrilling.

"It's hot women like you who make things wild for me," he murmured, his voice low and husky against my ear, his breath warm on my neck as he pressed closer, his hands kneading my tits.

"Ahm… I see…" I said, my voice soft and breathy, a flush creeping up my cheeks as I felt his hands squeezing my tits, the sensation sending a wave of heat through me. My body leaned into his, the music urging us on, the crowd a blur around us.

"Yeah, Aeri, you're irresistible," Sonny said, his lips brushing my neck in a soft smooch, his hands still cupping my boobs, feeling their weight in his palms. His touch was bold, almost possessive, and it sent shivers down my spine, my body responding despite the dizzy haze of wine clouding my mind.

My hands reached back, cupping his face as it rested against my neck, my fingers threading through his hair as the heat surged through me, my breaths coming faster.

The music pulsed, the lights flashed, and Sonny's hands moved lower, gliding over my thighs, his fingers tracing up and down, teasing the edge of my skirt. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, his fingers brushing my panties, rubbing in slow circles, feeling my vagina through the thin material.

"Ahhh…" I moaned, my voice barely audible over the music, my eyes half-lidded as the dizziness from the wine and the heat in my body took over.

My head tilted back against his shoulder, my gaze drifting to the flashing lights, the sensation sparking in my pussy as his fingers moved, slow and deliberate, feeling my pussy folds through the fabric. I could feel myself getting wet, the thin material of my panties clinging to me as he pressed his fingers harder, the pleasure building with every circle.

"You like that, don't you?" Sonny whispered, his lips grazing my neck again as he kept rubbing, his other hand on both of my boobs, holding me tight against him. His groin pressed harder against my ass, our bodies swaying to the beat, locked together in the wild energy of the dance floor.

"Yeah…" I gasped, my voice shaky, my body trembling with the intensity of his touch. "It's… a lot." I managed a small laugh.

I barely noticed we were in plain view of everyone, but it didn't seem to matter—the crowd was lost in their own chaos. A couple ahead of us kissed hungrily, their hands roaming without shame, while another guy knelt between his girl's legs, his face buried in her pussy right there on the dance floor. On a nearby couch, a woman leaned over a man, her head bobbing as she gave him a blowjob, the neon lights glinting off her hair.

The club was a blur of raw, unfiltered desire, and I realized Sonny wasn't kidding when he said this place was different. If they're all crossing lines, maybe it's okay if we do a little too, I thought, my heart pounding as the boundaries blurred.

Sonny's voice broke through my thoughts, low and teasing against my ear.

"Are you getting wet?" he asked, his hand slipping inside my panties, his fingers tracing directly over my pussy, brushing my folds with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Ahh…" I jolted, a moan escaping as my body arched into his touch, the sensation sparking through me.

One of his hands gripped my boob through my sweater, squeezing firmly, while the other kept rubbing my pussy, his fingers slick against my wetness. The heat was overwhelming, my body trembling as I realized I was seriously wet, right here in public.

What else is he gonna do? I wondered, my breath shallow, my mind spinning with the thrill and the wine. I could feel him getting hard in his pants, his groin pressing against my ass, the bulge unmistakable.

I turned my head slightly, my voice playful but breathy as I reached back, my hand brushing over his pants, feeling the hardness of his cock. "And what about you, Sonny? You've gotten hard yourself, haven't you?" I teased, my fingers stroking him slowly, testing his reaction, my heart racing at my own boldness.

"Arghh… you're making me crazy, Aeri," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as his fingers moved faster, rubbing my clit in tight circles, sending sparks of pleasure through me. His other hand squeezed my boob harder, keeping me pressed against him, our bodies swaying to the music.

"Same for you," I gasped, my hand gripping his dick tighter through his pants, stroking with more confidence as the heat between us built.