Nuella took a step from her standpoint. Her shaky legs walked her through the sides of the dancing crowd, hoping to get that one waitress who would pass by with a drink that could help quench the feeling of this burning desire. As she walked through the dancing crowd, she could feel Devine's burning gaze accessing every bit of her. Like, why won't he? His eyes were heavily rooted to her body with no intention to tear them off. They were the only ones who didn't have a partner to groove their body with, but their mind was grooving together. Even if Nuella's mind wasn't grooving, Devine knew that his own mind was yearning to groove with her as much as his clothed c**k was yearning to groove against her clothed oval fat ass.
His eyes stayed glued to her, watching as she uncomfortably presse
