Exton

Cassie laughs, “Yes, flexible, especially in the water...” and she gives Keon a naughty grin. “Do you like to swim, Keon?”

He smiles and pulls her closer, their hips swaying in time to the music. When his hand slips under the back of her top the touch is electric, making Cassie gasp softly. She shivers and her nipples tighten, the silver rings piercing them standing out plainly against her tight shirt.

“What is your name, beautiful one? Or is that what I should call you?” Keon lowers his head taking in her scent and the faint but unmistakable scent of her arousal.

“You can call me that but my name is Cassandra, my friends call me Cassie.”