Oreo's Private Room *Invite only*

[Bluemage]

He continues his hard pounding into her ever so willing body, his grip on her hips pulling her back against his thrusts to make sure that she feels each and every one of them. His thrusts keep going, one of his hands letting go of her hips to move up and grope at her breast, his palm pressing flat down against it as he groped it, his fingers kneading her breast as he continued to pound into her over and over again.

 

[oreocookie]

She moans even louder, her body loving the abuse he's dishing out, craving it. Her head presses against the bed beneath her, her hands curling in the sheets, her entire being craving what he has to offer.

Unnnnh.

 

[Bluemage]

As she lays back and gives her body to the recklessness of his hips pounding into her with their brutal force, he takes advantage of the situation to find a new way to leave her helpless. His hands lift her hips from the bed leaving her weight supported against the bed by her shoulders and head, and leaving the rest of her body completely in his control as he continues to use his Vulcan strength to pound her pussy raw.

 

[oreocookie]

She purrs louder, squealing as he lifts her from the bed. Her hands try to press against the bed to lessen the burden of her head, her shoulders digging into the sheets. She feels herself orgasming again, her cunt tightening around his thick meat, milking it as her body spasms, pleasure coursing through her every fiber.

 

[Bluemage]

As he feels her orgasm take her his thrusts slow and he draws out of her, leaving her empty. She only gets a moment to recuperate before he has rolled her over so that she is no longer on her back but instead has her chest pressed into the bed below her. Another tight grip on her hips is achieved and with a single strong thrust he once again buries his length deep inside of her willing folds with enough force to push her legs flush against the side of the bed.

 

[oreocookie]

She does a bit of a split, her legs splayed out straight as he rammed into her again, impaling her on him as her body so craved. She moaned into the sheets, her hands clenching at them, her fingers becoming entangling in the soft fabric.

 

[Bluemage]

His thrusts don't stop. They don't even slow down. Each powerful stroke of his hips against hers causes her behind to bounce, and leave his balls to strike against her clit. She had thought that he had broken him, but if she wasn't careful she might find that it was her who ended up broken by the end of the evening.

 

[oreocookie]

She squeals in pure pleasure with each thrust, each sound, each movement. Her body shakes as she orgasms again, the pressure of him against her sending her over the edge another time. She bites down on the bed as her mucles tense in pleasure, in bliss.

 

[Bluemage]

As she once again goes tumbling over the edge to orgasm, he comes tumbling after her, once more filling her depths with his potent seed. His thrusts slow again and this time when he draws out of her he doesn't slam back in. Between gasps for breath he speaks up.

I hope...you found...our cultural exchange...to be equitable.

 

[oreocookie]

Oh, it was.

She pants, pressing up against him, purring.

 

[Bluemage]

His arms wrap around her body, hugging her close to his chest, in a way that he promises himself is not emotional at all.

Perhaps if you require further instruction...

 

[oreocookie]

There's more to learn?

She wiggles her ass.

 

[Bluemage]

He let out a soft sigh as his invitation to let her invite him back for a repeat performance turned into her requiring more immediate stimulation.

I suppose there is.

 

[oreocookie]

No, it indeed, did not.

She giggles.

I will, however, invite you to sleep here, like this, with me.

 

[Bluemage]

He nods softly and moves onto the bed, curling up with her and waiting for the blissful release of sleep to take him.

((Night.)

 

[Kiwikitty]

Sneaks into the private room through a side door, staying quiet and curling up in the shadows.

 

[oreocookie]

She wakes up, stretching, careful not to disturb the sleeping Vulcan. She does a sweep of the room as the previous nights activities return to her. She notices something in the shadows, but can't quite make it out. She slides carefully off of the bed and makes her way over to the sleeping beauty.

Oh my!

She finds kiwi curled up in a delicious ball and grins.

 

[Leopald]

Knocks on the door and creeks it open.

Hello?

 

[oreocookie]

She spins around, ready for him, sporting a miniskirt, similar to the one she wore to his clinic, a low cut shirt that shows off her shoulders, and nothing below. She grins, making her way over to him, rope in hand, her body tingling with excitement.

Oh, hello there.

 

[Leopald]

Steps in fully, glancing at the rope in her hands. He smiles softly.

A present for me? You shouldn't have...

 

[oreocookie]

She looks at the rope in her hand and then back at him, breaking out into a wide grin.

Oh, this? This isn't your present...

She walks to him, pressing herself to him, facing away.

This is your present.

 

[Leopald]

His arms wrap around and fingers slide across her stomach, holding her close.

Really? It has been a while since I've gotten such a lovely present... And my birthday isn't even for another month.

He leans his head forward slightly and nibbles at her exposed shoulder while his hands begin to explore aimlessly.

 

[oreocookie]

She grins.

Well, it might be a gift for me, too.

She laughs and reaches back, pulling him closer to her, pressing him up against her.

 

[Nina327]

Slides through the doorway almost silently, slipping the key in her breast pocket, stepping through the shadows to sit in a far chair, booted ankles crossed with a small smile on her lips...

 

[Leopald]

He would return the grin offered at her comment, but his mouth was busy moving up her neck and settling on an earlobe. He hands had paused in their exploration to unbutton her skirt slowly. His hips pressed against her fervently, now.

I guess we both win, huh?