Mango Tango

“R-Rei-ya — we can't — d-do this now —”

“Oh? Then tell me, what's this?”

Rei traces your cheek, the red lace sending shivers down your spine.

“Didn't you see my performance earlier~” Her hands push your chest, sending you stumbling onto the chair behind with a sharp gasp.

“How I…waved my body,” Rei turns around and juts her ass out, wiggling and rubbing it on your growing tent. “The way I ground this meaty ass all over this very same chair, all for the world to see~”

You grunt at the contact, hips jerking slightly at the dampened friction. Your hands reach up to squeeze her plump ass, but she stands up, and your hands touch nothing but air.

She twirls her body to your left and places her red laced hand on your shoulder, before crossing her succulent leg over your thighs. “How I flaunted my thick, milky thighs,” Rei bends and traces her leg from the ankle to her knees, before sliding her laced finger across her thigh. “Look at me, already so… wet for you.” Her fingers cross the fabric covering her sex, and it's already dark, damp with her arousal.

She smirks at your stunned silence, then hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your eyes up. “Eyes on me, baby. Just like on stage.”

She lowers her lifted leg, sliding fully onto your lap again, this time facing you, her thighs clamping around your hips. Rocking slowly, the friction of her soaked fabric against your straining bulge makes you grunt. Her red-laced hand slips down, working on your zipper deftly. Your cock springs free.

The cool air brushes against your warm length, making you hiss slightly. Rei wraps her gloved palm around it, dragging it up and down in slow, torturous strokes. The lace is soft and ticklish, the delicious friction sending an otherworldly sensation up your mind.

“Feel that?” she whispers huskily. “This is what I was thinking about while I danced for them. Wondering if you'd be hard watching me.”

She twists her wrist delicately, the glove’s irregular lace patterns catching slightly around the sensitive head, sending jolts through you. Her other hand presses over your mouth as you groan too loud. “Shh… someone might hear. Wouldn't want them knowing their sweet Rei is getting off on ruining her staff, hmm?”

She speeds up, alternating her tight pumps with feather-light teases along the underside, until you're throbbing, leaking all over the red lace. Then she stops, stands, and turns, bending slightly onto the dressing table at the side, peeling her shorts down just enough, presenting herself.

“Fuck me like how you wanted to out there,” she demands. “Right here. Against the mirror.”

You don’t hesitate. You stand up and yanks her soaked shorts down just past the curve of her plump ass. You grip her hips, rubbing your cock against her leaking entrance as she braces her hands flat against the cool mirror, and you push.

A single merciless slam.

“Fuck — so deep —”

She loses her balance, her hands sliding down the mirror slightly, spreading faint smudges across the glass as she arches her back deeper, presenting her pussy like the final pose of her tango performance, but this time, it's all for you.

“Look at us,” she breathes, her eyes locking to your reflection. “See how pretty I look when I’m about to get ruined?”

You start thrusting with a steady pace, giving deep, rolling thrusts that make her ass jiggle with each snap of your hips. Rei’s breath hitches into a sharp, needy moan, head dipping forward as her long brown hair falling and swinging like a curtain over her shoulders. The heat of her cunt clenches around you instantly, slick and fluttering, still pulsing from the way she teased herself earlier while stroking you with that damn glove.

“Fuck… yes,” she hisses, pushing back to meet you. “Just like that. Take me like what you wanted when you watched me ride that chair on stage.”

The wet slap of skin on skin echoes in the small changing room, mixing with her low whimpers and your ragged breathing. Every time you bottom out, she lets out a little broken “ah—” sound that goes straight to your cock.

You watch in the mirror how her thighs tremble, how the black-and-white frilly top rides up to expose more of her toned midriff, how that red lace glove flexes and grips the edge of the dressing table for leverage.

“F-faster — I-I have to g-go — soon —” Rei cries.

You pick up speed, pounding harder, the force making the mirror rattle faintly against the wall. Rei’s arms shake but she doesn’t break eye contact with your reflection. Instead, she bites her lower lip and pushes back even more aggressively, meeting every thrust halfway like she’s still dancing, still in control.

Her ass bounces with every impact, the red lace sliding up and down the mirror as she scrambles for support. She laughs breathlessly, “You liked the tango, huh? The way I rolled my hips… ground down…” She demonstrates, circling her hips in a slow, deliberate grind while you’re still buried inside her, squeezing you so tight that you immediately lose it.

You feel her start to flutter wildly around you, her walls pulsing as she chases her high. Rei’s gloved fingers claw at the mirror, leaving desperate streaks across the glass. “Cum with me — fuck — now—”

One final hard thrust sends her over. She cries out your name brokenly, body freezing as she cums hard, clenching so tight that it drags you down with her. You bury yourself deep and spill inside her, your hips trembling through the aftershocks while she milks every drop, her body still rocking back weakly like she can’t get enough.

For a long moment, the only sounds are your combined heavy breathing and the faint hum of the dressing room lights. Rei’s gloved hand is still pressed to the mirror, leaving perfect handprints as evidence. She catches your eye in the reflection again, smirking lazily.

“Next time,” she whispers, her voice wrecked, “maybe I’ll let you sit in the chair while I dance on you… for the rest of my members to see.”