1. Swigglewicks


    Date: 10/5/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    sultriness, as she, knowing she had full control, sashayed her ass. Hands stroking her rounded rear, she bent right over, exposing her hind quarters and the labia rings adorning her sex. They jingled as she danced, clanging in my ears loud as the bells of Notre Dame leaving me longing to become her Quasimodo. I counted eight, the size of Minnesota. It was all an invitation, for in reality I knew it to be a corker of a ruse. Her look and moves all self-designed to snatch her loot. Like a ballet, two nude male dancers strung to her side. As marionettes they appeared, pirouetting, hands bound to one another in a dangerous tangle. From a designed smoke fog, their eunuch castrations showed, but how they could dance, with their bodies bare of all hair and oiled with a sheen that glistened in the light. It was all choreographed, even the rubbing of her pussy on their abs. They done it all before, they knew the routine worked. Rope-bound hands softly floating on her exterior, as all eyes watched as she raised each marionette’s limp cock, teasing with her eye lashes in perfect sync of the rhythms. I barely breathed so seductive her touch. All this to gather jingles in her till? All of a sudden, like a metronome ticking, they jerked and twitched, their bonds broken. As they collapsed to the floor, my vision, my siren, with serpentine tongue did shadow their dicks with a smattering of her saliva. The light focused in, cutting through the darkness and smoke to reveal her labia, wide ...
    open like a basket to her swollen clit. A sudden wink thrown in my direction, instantly stirred my moistening loins. She'd sighted me, she’d singled me out. My cock twitched, full of hope. Eyes widening, my jaw dropped as slowly, deliberately, she danced towards my table. Her hips swayed, her footfalls soft, hair flowing around her I froze at her approach. Standing before me, she posed with legs open to expose the triangle of neatly trimmed sex. She showed me her cunt, wet with the dew of arousal. She offered it to me in her coronation. Nerves taking hold, I sloshed back another double Absinthe, my hands shaking. I reached out and touched her, fingers brushing that intimate place, tentative, then bolder. It was soft, quivering at my caress. Sympathetic vibes sent electric waves to my Prince Albert pierce forcing my hand to fly across my growing arousal. Unperturbed, she straddled my lap like a cat seeking a warm place. With a meow, she curled there, slowly wrapping herself against my groin, her gentle encouragement purred into my ear. She gently removed my glasses, placing them on the table in front of me. "There," she mewed, "so handsome, I can't resist a man with tinted glasses." Her voice was sultriness personified; I’d never heard the like. Her hot breath scorched my cheek before a velvety tongue penetrated my mouth. She hissed as she planted a deep, lingering kiss. Slowly, she unbuttoned my shirt, nibbling on my neck then sucking hard, branding her new conquest. I’d be ...
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