Noon_Shadow
Corrupting Influence
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Noon hears the soft moan, smiling to himself as he continues his facade of drying off his dear companion. He enjoys these little games, especially when they play back. In that, and in most other ways, he finds he has no complaints about his current liaison. His hands between her thighs are light, teasing, and enthusiastic. His fingers are not soft-in fact, they're a bit rough-but he keeps hi touch gentle. Until, that is, the brat speaks again.
"Keep rubbing sugar, but there ain't no genie."
Noon scowls, even though he finds the spirit behind the jeering enjoyable. Well, not that the rest of her isn't enjoyable as well, especially from this particular angle. Still, her comment is insolent, and it must be met with appropriate action.
"Alas my sweet, I'd prefer to keep you ungagged, but I'm beginning to question that decision."
He drags Aus over to the poolside, holding onto the towel which had long ago become irrelevant. The towel is rolled up, slowly, and then dipped into the water, so that it's soaking wet along the tip. Noon circles around in front of her, to show her what's coming next, hiding his grin so that she cannot see it.
"I am certain you are familiar with this juvenile trick, but given the environs, it's appropriate. And in the proper hands, it really does sting." Noon rolls it up in his hands and then whips it out toward her-making a distinct whistling and cracking sound-as it slaps across the topsides of her breast. He quickly delivers the same treatment to the other breast, and then he slips around behind her.
Standing behind her again, admiring her posture, he decides he cannot help himself a quick moment of satisfaction. His hands slide down to grab her hips, and she feels his hard cock pres against the entrance to her pussy for a moment. He holds it there, letting the head of his cock taste the soft juices on her lower hips, and he leans forward to softly bite at the back of her neck. But this does not last very long before his presence is gone, and the towel is slapping across the backs of her thighs sharply. Noon laughs softly at his handiwork and then sets the towel aside.
"One last thing for speaking out of turn." He takes another of the strips he's prepared, and then pulls her up against him once more. Her elbows are forced together, as tight as they can be, and he wraps his strip across them, tying them together behind her back, forcing her chest forward and out and her back to straighten up with the increased pressure.
"Now, will be there any more unsolicited commentary, my sweet?" He gives a tug on the back of her hair and presses his cock between her thighs once again.
"Keep rubbing sugar, but there ain't no genie."
Noon scowls, even though he finds the spirit behind the jeering enjoyable. Well, not that the rest of her isn't enjoyable as well, especially from this particular angle. Still, her comment is insolent, and it must be met with appropriate action.
"Alas my sweet, I'd prefer to keep you ungagged, but I'm beginning to question that decision."
He drags Aus over to the poolside, holding onto the towel which had long ago become irrelevant. The towel is rolled up, slowly, and then dipped into the water, so that it's soaking wet along the tip. Noon circles around in front of her, to show her what's coming next, hiding his grin so that she cannot see it.
"I am certain you are familiar with this juvenile trick, but given the environs, it's appropriate. And in the proper hands, it really does sting." Noon rolls it up in his hands and then whips it out toward her-making a distinct whistling and cracking sound-as it slaps across the topsides of her breast. He quickly delivers the same treatment to the other breast, and then he slips around behind her.
Standing behind her again, admiring her posture, he decides he cannot help himself a quick moment of satisfaction. His hands slide down to grab her hips, and she feels his hard cock pres against the entrance to her pussy for a moment. He holds it there, letting the head of his cock taste the soft juices on her lower hips, and he leans forward to softly bite at the back of her neck. But this does not last very long before his presence is gone, and the towel is slapping across the backs of her thighs sharply. Noon laughs softly at his handiwork and then sets the towel aside.
"One last thing for speaking out of turn." He takes another of the strips he's prepared, and then pulls her up against him once more. Her elbows are forced together, as tight as they can be, and he wraps his strip across them, tying them together behind her back, forcing her chest forward and out and her back to straighten up with the increased pressure.
"Now, will be there any more unsolicited commentary, my sweet?" He gives a tug on the back of her hair and presses his cock between her thighs once again.
