The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

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There's no intention to get up and make her one, unfortunately. The fortune of her delicious little body perched in place astride his thighs is one that he'd be hard pressed to turn from. For a moment, at least while she remains nuzzled to his ear, the only answer she's given is a brush of his lean lips against the sleek column of her throat.

The proximity, the warmth of her, wakes his body. He hardens under the bubbled round of her cheeks as an arm curls about her, lifting the drink in his hand towards her mouth.

"I'm going to take you upstairs, darling, and turn you into a quivering mess in a moment. Drink while you can."

A sharp, soft gasp makes her stop, just as pouty lips begin to take a sip. His words send a bright red wave of lust, of excitement, down her delicate spine, and those eyes flash a thousand fireworks up into his own golden-green stare. He stiffens and she wriggles teasingly against him, pretending to idly shift her weight, while grinding that curved derriere against his need.

A small sip, and a burst of flavor hits her tongue. The glass is removed and she lets out a low whistle. "Yum. But it's not absinthe I need to quench my thirst, baby."

She cups her mouth over his ear, fingers walking up the broad length of his arm and shoulder, teasingly. "Take me upstairs."
 
A sharp, soft gasp makes her stop, just as pouty lips begin to take a sip. His words send a bright red wave of lust, of excitement, down her delicate spine, and those eyes flash a thousand fireworks up into his own golden-green stare. He stiffens and she wriggles teasingly against him, pretending to idly shift her weight, while grinding that curved derriere against his need.

A small sip, and a burst of flavor hits her tongue. The glass is removed and she lets out a low whistle. "Yum. But it's not absinthe I need to quench my thirst, baby."

She cups her mouth over his ear, fingers walking up the broad length of his arm and shoulder, teasingly. "Take me upstairs."


There was never a doubt. Not for a moment. He knew from the moment she slipped in, hips swaying, that he'd be stealing her away. When he rose, he rose with her in his arms, braced in the rugged stretch of his embrace like a newly-wed and swept from the bar entirely. But it wasn't upstairs he took her. It was out. The darkness swallowing them, leaving the last image of the pair within the Lounge a pair of heel-clad feet and purple-painted toes.
 
She's slightly surprised that he turns her around again, but only slightly. She's more surprise though, when he grabs Minx by the hair pulling her toward Princess' cunt. The look of surprise crossing Minx' face is seen and she gasps as Minx goes back to licking around her clit as she'd done earlier.

Her whimpers and cries of pleasure grow more and more with every lick and thrust, not to mention the now two fingers thats in her ass.


Shit!

With the extra stimulation, she is pretty certain that her next orgasm should be a bit harder this time. She makes sure to hold it though, in case Leo wants to order her to cum. With every passing moment though it gets harder to hold and she's eager to cum again and have him cum inside of her.

WhiningPleeeease... Leo..

She is finding it hard to keep from cumming again and wants to make sure its okay

Need to...ohhh...c-cum again...

OOC: Continued... I think.

He's being overwhelmed as she rides his throbbing manhood hard and fast, his fingers wiggle inside her ass. Her words reach him, but it takes him a moment to respond, from deep in his stupor. His eyes are locked on the luscious round ass, his hand in the center with a pair of fingers hidden from view.

Finally, he snapped from his view, realizing what had been requested, and his free hand rose around to squeeze a fleshy orb as he growls.


Cum, little princess... Fuck.

He groans and struggles to hold on, almost overwhelmed once again. Such a beautiful sight.
 
I hear him utter the permission and I brace myself, knowing I should be fine since she can't buck into my face while impaled on his cock but still; some women are just unpredictable when they cum.

I give no pause to my quarry now, my tongue lashing her clit a mile a minute as my intent becomes crystal clear; I want her to cum and hard! I keep my eyes up to watch for a hand latching onto my hair or possibly legs encircling my body. I want to give her pleasure but I need to ensure she doesn't bust my jaw while in the throes of climax either!
 
enters quietly, pauses for a moment hearing nothing and continues to tiptoe toward the bar. It's been a long week, she's lonely, feeling needy and wants a scotch.

sits down on a bar stool with a bottle and pours herself a very large glass
 
slips in...luckiyl the door people know her, or she'd surely be denied entry in this outfit
 
Its nice to the fingers too

bending very far over the bar, unaware of how high her skirt rises in back...grabbing the most expensive bottle of bourbon
 
leans back sipping her scotch, watching her skirt rise higher and higher

bourbon, huh?
 
giggling...feet dangling, swinging

its kinda all I could reach. Its tasty though!

pretty smile
 
blushes as she combines the alcohol

thank you.

slides drink across the bar

sweet but powerful, as requested.
 
Thank you!

placing a soft, slow, lingering kiss on her cheek

smiling


are you going to stay back there?
 
eyes wandering very...very slowly...from top...to boot tip...and back again...drinking in each and every inch

I
adore
your
boots!

and the rest of you
 
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