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She smiled teasingly at him, the whole while not knowing that this was her last night to live! He returned her smile as he allowed her body to grind on his. He hadn't realized that the floor started to become cramped with the amount of bodies grinding on one another. It almost reminded him of an orgy but without all the sex involved. Anticipation stained the air on the dance floor and it just kept feeding his own sadistic fantasies of what he was going to do to Sierra and maybe even Isabella!

He sat up and smiled down at her, he eyed her Mickey Mouse and Minnie panties and scoffed in amusement. ‘How childish!, to seduce me with such a pant! I thought they usual dress up lingeries to seduce men, I don’t think this beauty over her got that memo’. He thought to himself. Her Mickey Mouse pant aroused him more in the past few minutes than all those models that tried to seduce him in lingeries. Then suddenly, all the thoughts of the pant and anything else left his mind as he concentrated on the sexiness in front of him.

“Use me. I don't break easily.” Princely didn't need any other encouragement. His hands went to the waistband of Noble's sweatpants. He hooked his fingers in the fabric, and his knuckles brushed the hot skin of Noble's lower stomach. He hesitated there. Noble covered Princely's hands with his own again. “Do it,” he said, his voice thick. “I want you to.” Princely pulled. The soft grey fabric of Noble’s sweatpants slid down his hips before falling to the floor around his ankles. Princely’s gaze dropped, and his breath stopped in his throat.

I found myself nodding along to the words coming out of her mouth. “Yeah,” I shrugged, chuckling a bit. “It’s wide how fast they carried the story. Turning me to some sort of master seductress who trapped three powerful men.” As if. “And even if you did, they should want to have your pussy. It’s a golden pussy.” Now that got me laughing. What the flying fuck.

Her pussy already felt warm, a little damp just from the thought of what was coming. Dante picked up the leather harness from the shelf. It was black and sturdy, with thick straps that crisscrossed the body. He motioned for her to come closer. Lou stepped forward, her heart thumping. He started buckling it on himself, his strong hands working slowly. First, the main band around her waist, pulling it snug so it hugged her curves. Then the straps over her shoulders, framing her breasts and pushing them up a bit. One strap went between her legs, pressing right against her pussy lips and up her ass crack. It rubbed her clit just enough to make her gasp as he tightened it.

“Could you just open the door so I can leave? I don’t want to see you naked. That’s sexual harassment.” “That’s rich coming from someone standing in only her panties and bra,” he fired back. In my rush to leave, I’d completely forgotten that I was holding my clothes instead of wearing them. I hastily put them on, but while buttoning my shirt, I noticed a diamond ring gleaming on my finger. A scream tore from my throat as I tried to pull it off. “Why is this with me? Don’t tell me I stole it while drunk!” I felt his presence behind me before I turned. And no, he wasn’t intimidating because of his size. It was his beauty that scared me. The longer I looked into his eyes, the more I felt drawn

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

I heaved out an excessive sigh as I gulped before proceeding to the last part, and it read as follows: ‘In accordance with the specified terms and conditions above, do you, Miss Angelique Sloan (aged 23), agree to be Mr. Greyson Giovanni’s (aged 24) personal seductress at Giovan’s Night Club?’ “A seductress is someone who sticks by a client’s side for luscious acts, right?” I inquired. “Yes. There are also some instances wherein I would just be addressing you as my secretary or so, in case you wouldn’t prefer to be called a slut by the people who see us,” Greyson truthfully answered before he took a glance at his left wrist, where his watch was located.

He hoisted me up, my dress bunching around my hips, until I was sitting on the edge, with my legs dangling. "Open for me, Moh" he commanded. I hesitated, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps. He didn't ask again. He just stepped between my knees, forcing them apart with his broad shoulders. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with a hunger that made me feel stripped bare. "You were so brave when you thought you were alone," he taunted, his fingers brushing the hem of my charcoal dress. "Show me that bravery now." He slowly hiked the fabric up, inch by inch, until my pale thighs were exposed to the lamplight. My breath hitched as he reached the silk of my panties, which was now damp, a tes