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The swinger party was a chaotic swirl of bodies, laughter, and pulsing music, packed wall-to-wall with eager couples and singles mingling under dim, sultry lights. I’d gone solo that night, curious and open to whatever might unfold. That’s when I saw him—LJ, a striking Latin guy with dark eyes that seemed to smolder even across the crowded room. He had a lean, muscular build, a mischievous grin, and an easy confidence that drew me in like a moth to a flame. We struck up a conversation near the bar, shouting over the noise about our favorite drinks—his was Jack and Coke, mine a *******. The chemistry sparked instantly, a playful tension simmering beneath our words. But the party was too packed to do much more than flirt; every corner was occupied, every couch claimed. “This is madness,” he said, laughing as someone bumped into him. “How about we save the real fun for later? Just us?” I agreed without hesitation, and we swapped numbers, setting a private date for the following weekend. This video is from the private date where we could actually enjoy ourselves