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shaking and clenching.. clenching.. shaking, whimpering.. sighing Fuck me I am so close. Crying out... reaching for her Please let me cum.. please..
 
loving the thought of denying you...another time...I hunger now...fingers inside, slowly bending, finding the place that will leave you no choice at all but to cum for me...warm soft mouth doing its best to conform to you, to get each trickle
 
She hits the spot and I collapse or try to. Trying in vain to get away from her, how she touches me. I gush into her waiting lips, and she devours me. My body arched and tensing, and I scream her name...

VAIL!!

and then I slide down the wall exhausted. Spent. Still needy. But for something else. To be caressed and cuddled, I doubt she'll indulge me this.
 
drinking in every droplet...hungry as always...but sated for now...slipping from under her dress...her body on the floor...I crawl backwards a bit....and kneel at her feet in supplication
 
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Enters the Whore house, A small smile on my face, and heads for the bar.

Could I have a sloe comfortable screw please?
 
WaywardHeart said:
She flushes, unable to resist sneaking glances at the unbelievably sensual sight of the two of them... She murmurs, gulping as she lies on the couch, her voice small and shy, not wanting to intrude. "Goddess..."
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He intrudes. Timing, it seems, is everything. The lean line of her body suddenly finds his chest against her. A rugged arm, lazily curled, drapes her lean hips and encourages her to settle back against him. A kiss finds its way through her hair, beneath the shell of her ear, light and easy as he looks past her then to the ladies twined amidst the house's foyer.

"Hello, dear heart. You alright?"
 
She settles back, grinning. "Im doing just fine." She gestures to her attire. "I'm the volunteer serving wench service. Need a drink?"
 
He shakes his head, beard catching her hair and tossing it lightly against her lean shoulders. With her slight weight settling into him, he gives his hand a bold pass along her corset-bound belly, traveling the valley with an idle, grazing caress. His rough fingers betraying hints of gentleness while his broad chest and rugged frame serve a suitable ease to the long, lean stretch of her legs.

"As tempting as it is, no. Not tonight. I've been going at it pretty hard these last few days. Could use your company though. You look incredible."

A sincere and simple compliment, offered from lips that aren't particularly eager to spill them. There is a hint of masculine contentment as she remains in his lazy, one-armed embrace. And a more telling, primitive reaction growing against the soft round of her backside.
 
She purrs with delight, reveling in your gentle caresses. "Hmmm. Thank you." She twists until she is facing you, a hand resting idly on your chest. Idle, yes, but not without meaning. She winks playfully, pulling herself close to you and nuzzling against your shoulder. Her voice whispers conspiratorially against you. "I'm not technically part of the staff, but... You're supposed to keep your hands off!"
 
WaywardHeart said:
She purrs with delight, reveling in your gentle caresses. "Hmmm. Thank you." She twists until she is facing you, a hand resting idly on your chest. Idle, yes, but not without meaning. She winks playfully, pulling herself close to you and nuzzling against your shoulder. Her voice whispers conspiratorially against you. "I'm not technically part of the staff, but... You're supposed to keep your hands off!"
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A wisp of her skirts against his thighs, playful and light as she rounds herself to face him. The hand that once splayed along the soft slope of her belly finds the hollow of her back, just above the swell of her ass. It tracks a more firm caress there, teasing lean and feline muscles, spreading warmth through the fabric of her corset and threatening to sink down to palm the round globe of a full cheek.

Instead, though, he lets his eyes cut down to watch her pretty little face nuzzle itself winsomely against the broad stretch of his shoulder. His sorts coat is soft, the collar stiff and scented of his cologne. A soft, musky masculine spice that clings to his skin and the dress-shirt beneath. When he answers it's on the tail of a kiss, pressed to her forehead, just below her hairline while his free hand claims one of her own and eases it down the smooth fabric of his shirt until it rests above the rippled muscles of his stomach.

"You can touch though? Are those the rules?"
 
She breaths deeply of the masculine scent, releasing a sigh at the touch of his lips on her forehead. Stocking clad thighs shift slightly, resting against your own, lending you her warmth. Her cheeks are tinged pink, the flush spreading to the expansive cleavage her revealing corset bares. She repeats herself, a naughty glint in her eye. "Im not technically part of the staff." Her nails dig slightly into his stomach, lips parting slightly.
 
WaywardHeart said:
She breaths deeply of the masculine scent, releasing a sigh at the touch of his lips on her forehead. Stocking clad thighs shift slightly, resting against your own, lending you her warmth. Her cheeks are tinged pink, the flush spreading to the expansive cleavage her revealing corset bares. She repeats herself, a naughty glint in her eye. "Im not technically part of the staff." Her nails dig slightly into his stomach, lips parting slightly.
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Those nails dig small semi-circles into his skin through the shirt, leaving their imprint on the linen and a lighter one on the flesh beyond. It stirs him, sets his hard prick to jerk and jump, flexing with sudden potency in the tight space between them. Stockings. Almost every man's weakness. He leans some, sidelong, to let his eyes cut along the soft and sensual vision of her profile. The reaction coming as his hand slips down now, over the bubble of her backside and beneath the skirts of her dress to allow his rough palm to hotly cradle the round of her ass and give it a sudden, sensual squeeze.

"Then what's a girl like you to do when a man wants to take her upstairs?"
 
bare feet padding across the floor to the bar...grabbing a shot...then moving to the juke box
 
letting the music toss her about the joint...spinning and bouncing and hair all over
 
wanders back in...changed jeans, corset, heels...but there does appear to be a pattern forming, she laughs to herself realizing it...still the jagermeister is cold and she can dance...and hitting random buttons on the sound system, she does
 
spinning...hands lifting and letting her hair rain down...then finding the pole
 
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