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@MoriartysBitch -- their delicious fragrance.
"Oh Seb, these are lavish. You darling, I'll put them by the front window." The Woman moved to take them to the kitchen to get a vase. "How's your day been?"
@MoriartysBitch
Sebby, darling. I have a proposal for how to celebrate midnight and the turn of a New Year.
It may involve 2019 not be the only thing that "comes in" at the chime of midnight.
What do you say to finding a way to sneak off?
@MoriartysBitch His kisses were always perfect, with another lingering on to lead to further enjoyment. Irene leaned into Sebastian, striking a hand up his side as she did.
As soon as she pulled back, she was delighted by the site of the flowers, and took them off him; leaning in to smell --
@MoriartysBitch -- And well, she only knew that her own appearance would satisfy him.
"Well, I never said that I couldn't be the drink..." Irene smirked, leaning into that kiss, and him, letting her hand rest on his cheek as her thumb stroked through the side of his hair.
@MoriartysBitch Honesty or 'good' wasn't what either of them were looking for, truthfully. Her fiancé was her partner in crime, and her mischievous other half. Knowing he could be as twisted, and delicious as her was what always kept her turned on by his charms.
He looked as divine as ever. --
@MoriartysBitch -- so connected on such a shared goal.
Upon hearing Seb announce himself, Irene flowed down the stairs in an almost seethrough black lace gown.
"Impeccable timing as always, darling. Drink?"
@MoriartysBitch Sebastian always knew how to balance out Irene's day. She could have the dullest or most fun day, depending on the clientele - or her gentle chaos -, and the Sniper would always improve it.
They didn't fight. They weren't the kind of couple who 'needed' to, when they were --
@WorksForHer To the start of a successful year. -The Woman chimes her glass against her assistant's, a devilish smirk tickling her lips.-
I'm excited where this year will go.
@WorksForHer Well, dearest. We have invitations to the Club at the Ivy this evening. The Ivy is always exceptional with the most elusive and exclusive company.
How can we refuse?
Perfect Kate. I'll draw my bath now. We must start celebrating this chaos of a year.
@The_Malefactor_ I'm sure it's nearly 2pm somewhere else. To have a glass or two of champagne in the morning doesn't mean that you can't celebrate yourself, at any time.
@WorksForHer Darling, I adore it.
What's the plan in tonight's diary?
Oh, and if you could bring my champagne to the bathroom, I want to start celebrating early.
@MoriartysBitch "Oh Sebastian, do I even need to say? It feels incredible."
Irene purred in pure content, as his cock throbbed deep inside of her; making her feel every inch as his shaft pulsed into her.
She moved back against it; riding against his sharp thrusts.
"This is the best part."
@MoriartysBitch To be perfectly honest, Irene would find him attractive in any form. It was Sebastian. Plus, she was in a rush to see him. Whilst always making the effort herself, she didn't care. He was the hottest man on the planet. He could wear anything.