-Sara moans out softly, leaning back just a bit more, running her fingers through her hair as she sucks and licks upon her nipples.-
“Fuck… ok… maybe I do~”
-She whispers out, her heart racing as she begins to rock her thigh back and forth.-
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⠀⠀ ( prying her prizes from the minister’s shirt , rough fingers fall around and squeeze at breasts , lifting them up to suck & swirl her tongue on cute buds. )
⠀⠀ yes , you do.
⠀⠀ ( juices from her own snatch begin staining the minister’s thigh. )
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I… mnn… don’t know what you’re talking about~
-She breathes out, leaning back just a bit, letting her lips trail along her chest and collarbone. She was enjoying herself a lot…. Too much.-
Fuck… keep going..~
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⠀⠀ ( a hum of approval — leaving violent hickeys and kisses as she lowers down to veranda’s collar bone. taking a hold of her top , guiding it gently off to settle kisses on her cleavage after. )
⠀⠀ this is the real reason you wanted me as your bodyguard.
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-Veranda’s arms slowly snake around her waist, leaning into the kiss. A soft gasp escaping her as she feels her teeth begin to trail along her neck. She wouldn’t respond immediately, just moving her right hand away from her hips, and press a button.-
“It… it is now~”
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⠀⠀ ( pursuing the string of saliva , letting herself fall into veranda’s lap — kissing her and grinding upon one of her thighs , quick to transfer to kiss and nibble on her neck. )
⠀⠀ is your office locked , mышка .ᐣ
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She takes a step closer, putting her foot just on the rim of the hellpod, keeping her hand on his chest. She grips it tightly, smiling at him.
“Careful?~ I thought you divers loved the thrill, the danger~”
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ᅠᅠstumbling back, boots locked into the hatch that quickly packs him into the hellpod.
« wh- hey, you gotta be careful. . . »
looking up at the minister, lightheaded; there's a certain firmness in her eyes.
it looks like she'll take her sweet time with him.
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-Veranda couldn’t remember, or even think of when someone so effortlessly had her eating out of the palm of their hand. She didn’t hate the feeling, so with half lidded eyes, she willingly opens her painted lips, letting that string of salvia drip down.-
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⠀⠀ ( allowing her to suck on her thumb , illyana pulls her close with a grasp of her hand on her cheek — levelling her head below her. using a thumb to part her lips , before lulling out her tongue. allowing salvia to drop into veranda’s mouth. )
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Her eyes narrow at him, and then at the pod. She shakes her head, pulling her jacket off and tossing it onto the nearby railing, pushing him into the hellpod.
“It better not be quick.”
Kaiden gave a little nod before continuing.
"Of course, no harm in asking."
He responded with a smile before starting to let his hands roam some more; exploring each part of her gorgeous body.
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⠀⠀ not yet , no.
⠀⠀ ( hands run up to her own tied hair , letting it down. another hand pries at the bottom lip of the minister. )
⠀⠀ just making an observation , Мышка * .
“Just cause I’m in no rush.. doesn’t mean we have to move so quick to that… just.. take it in~”
She breathed out, pressing herself even closer, bringing her left hand to the back of his head, combing her fingers through his hair.
A chuckle left him upon hearing that, seeing her tilting her neck, to which he would start peppering that exposed neck with kisses.
"If you're in no rush, why don't we get the rest of these clothes of~?"
He asked, content to keep her held close for now.
Oh?~ That a threat, you planning on doing harm to that reputation I’ve worked so hard to uphold?~
-She softly whispers, leaning in to place a kiss onto the side of her leg as she begins to ride up the dress.-
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⠀⠀ difference is , i don’t have a reputation to uphold.
⠀⠀ ( running a hand over veranda’s own , lifting it and planting a kiss on it. )
⠀⠀ you do.
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A soft sigh escapes her as she rolls her shoulders, tilting her head to the side. Her right hand rests upon his, gently caressing the back of it.
“Mm.. you know just how to handle me… good boy~”
-Veranda pulled her closer at the same time, bringing herself as close as she could to her bodyguard.-
You’re one to talk~ Just look at you, my darling~
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⠀⠀ ( reaching a leg up , hooking it around the armrest of her seat , and dragging her close. leaving her legs spread — still in a stark white dress — across the armrests of her seat. )
⠀⠀ naughty , naughty minister.
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Mm, wouldn’t say put you in your place… not my jurisdiction.
But help you reach inner peace?~ Yes.
-Veranda’s hands slowly slide up her thighs, beginning to caress the side of her abdomen.-