@roguishscarlet [-] relentlessly, his skilled fingers playfully teasing her warm folds, until... at last he deigns to assault her.
His long, thick middle finger slowly sinks into her wet cunt, his gaze fixed on the assassin's beautiful face, waiting for her next reaction.
@roguishscarlet [-] Anna."
—The Tyrant whispers against the Irishwoman's fatal red lips after briefly breaking the kiss, feeling her graceful hand search for the throbbing, growing bulge still trapped in his trousers.
Meanwhile, the man continues to caress the lady's intimate area, [+]
—She's quite capable of arousing him, to be honest. She just needs to keep being herself...
He doesn't mind a good challenge, so hearing her moan and beg for him will be a very good goal to achieve.
For his part, the Tyrant would continue his solemn work. Hungry lips, yet [+]
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And for the politician, it’s also a true pleasure to see what she can provoke in him.
And he shouldn’t worry; the platinum blonde doesn’t plan to stop him, not for a moment. But, as is quite obvious, he will have to hear her whimper and beg—if he’s lucky—for him. (...)
[-] sensitive area... this time reaching the inner thighs.
He continues his act, kissing her relentlessly, first along the inner side of her left leg, using his lips to cover the entire area. Intermittent kisses, feeling the splendid warmth of the lady's white skin against [+]
@roguishscarlet [-] exquisite lips with a voracious appetite.
And his left hand descends far enough to reach the prize he seeks. His long, thick fingers slink away, beginning to rub her warm intimacy with circular movements, threatening to invade but not yet doing so.
@roguishscarlet [-] still brimming with the strength to make her happy.
The Tyrant then releases the assassin, but his hands merely shift position; his right hand moving to her neck to grasp it —without inflicting any harm— only to melt into a passionate and longed-for kiss, savoring her [+]
[-] continue.
With the Devil gently holding the lady's waist, rubbing her figure and following that incessant trail of kisses across her belly, intermittent but constant, savoring her smooth skin, going from top to bottom, almost reaching her pelvis...
—It's always a true pleasure to negotiate with the beautiful face of honest politics...
Not at all, he doesn't mind if the Polish woman lets herself go in that moment. She can whimper and even moan, grab his hair, and push him as much as she wants... as long as she lets him [+]
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They’ve always known how to negotiate; that’s why too many words are unnecessary.
She doesn’t mind as long as he doesn’t mind about hearing her whimper and her snowy fingers closing on the back of his neck to push (...)
@roguishscarlet [-] make you happy now, and tomorrow, and the day after, and so..."
—The man says as his hands slide further, fondling her thighs and reach her hips and then her waist, pulling her closer against his strong, toned torso.
@roguishscarlet —Her seductive tone of voice, her breath against his lips and nose, her lips in that red lipstick, her captivating blue gaze, the weight of her divine body against him... all of it was enough to make him shiver, but... The Tyrant is still able to keep the composure.
"I will [+]
—See how they understand each other quite well without words?
Perfect. A bit of foreplay never has harmed anyone.
So don't mind him, as the Devil keeps doing his job, tracing her smooth, white skin with his lips, all around her toned abs...