you can feel the bass in your chest. the pounding vibration coursing through your being in a steady rhythm is almost enough to draw your mind away from the ache between your legs.
your feet dangle just above the ground, the tips of your shoes pushing painfully against your toes as they scrape the floor with every beat. your palms are planted on the bar, your fingers curling around the rounded edge that led to various alcoholic bottles. your arms tremble, exhausted as they struggle to hold your weight with each passing moment. the other end of the bar pushes into your stomach, against the sharpened end of the diamond that pierces your bellybutton.
his thrusts donโt match the rhythm of the music anymore. what began perfectly in sync is now off, his thrusts coming with every empty beat, leaving your lungs to struggle to retain any air. the rough pound of the bass shifting into an equally powerful thrust. the cycle repeats for minutes on end.
bile rises in your throat, burning the lining and causing an uncomfortable fire in your chest. you swallow, the acidic taste of vomit sliding down your throat and settling into your stomach that bounces against the curved, laminated wood. your eyes water and you vaguely recognize the feeling of nausea through the familiar feel of haze.
your cunt pulses around the cock invading your hole, almost like it, too, craves to pull away from the assault. though, slick continues to drip, slippery and wet, aiding each rut. the undone button of denim jeans dig into your clothed ass that is now likely soaked with your juices and the prerelease of the man between your thighs that finally leans over.
hot breath pants against your cheek, familiar yet unfamiliar. the proximity causes each breath to overshadow the overplayed lyrics of the song sounding through the bustling club. hands reach for your hips, dull fingernails digging into your skirt that provides only the thinnest layer of a barrier.
you swallow again, breath caught in your lungs as the thrusts increase in both fervor and harshness. your eyes flutter shut as your feet lift off the ground, relieving your stomach as the curved bar now pounds against your pelvis. you hang your head, a noise that even you canโt hear over the music tumbling from your swollen lips as a knot forms on your stomach.
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