Club that went Wild (R-18)

The announcer's voice blasted through the mic, cutting through the haze of heat and moans. 

"Let's rock the club today, guys!!!" he roared, his energy lighting up the room. The music kicked in hard 

—*badam, badam, badam*— 

A pounding beat that rattled the walls and set the whole place throbbing. Around the stage, girls swayed their hips, bodies loose and wild, while guys grabbed them from behind, hands sliding around waists and hips. 

But it wasn't just the music filling the air now—it was the huffing breaths, the raw moans, the sounds of skin on skin that took over, turning the club into a chaotic, sweaty mess. 

Everywhere I looked, people were fucking, caught up in the madness Afa and I had sparked. 

Over by the tables, some were going at it with their partners, clothes half-on, half-torn. Others didn't even bother with familiarity—random hookups flared up like wildfire.