The more she danced, the more that short, red dress of hers pulled up. Every men is staring at her and you couldn’t help but feel rage in yourself.

You wrap your arms around her waist as she danced. Blocking anyone from seeing what’s yours. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?” She says seducing, pressing her bottom against your hard - on.

“Love, even if we’re enemies, i can’t have anyone staring at what’s mines.” You say.