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~_SASSY_~
[She's a bitch always]
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💘Rachel & Carmen💘
(18+)(GxG)(GL)(BDSM)
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Well, what can you do when she is a bitch always?
That is something for both of you to decide?
Mayhap, or Mayhap not?
Why...
***Those full succulent lips of yours are mine alone to kiss...
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~Carmen~
The chemistry between the two of you scared you a bit. It was all fire and brimstone in full force, a dangerous hazardous burning passion. You are afraid that the both of you are not going to be able to nail and bail with the intensity of the emotions that she aroused in you. You decide that mayhap you should take it slow with her. She was fire, and she could burn you nonetheless.
You smile at her, tucking her long and free wavy hair behind her ears, away from her face, grabbing the opportunity to run your thumb down her cheeks. She diddered from the pleasure in your arms. You loved how sensitive she was to your touch and the things that you made her feel, so responsive. And soon you are trying to internally guess just what kind of sound she would make while you fuck her.
Damn you Carmen! Give the both of you a breather! You are both here to dance! Those are the words that your brain hurt at you. You nearly chuckle at your inner dialogue. You finally stepped away from her and held her hand instead of what you really wanted to hold -her naked in your arms. Bad bitch! Your brain snapped once again at you and you smirk, and unholy curve of your lips. The gesture made her swallow lightly and you made a mental note of that.
"Come, let's go," you tell her just before you hand the keys of your automobile to a valet in a white shirt, white pants, black bow tie and a black petticoat. He is smiling at you in a knowing way.
"Madam Carmen," he greeted you with a smile. "Be rest assured that your vehicle is in good hands."
"I know that Timothy," you tell the man and pull your companion towards the entrance. She follows you without a word. You notice that she would make a good sub. She is good at listening, at being a good girl for mommy. Your running thoughts nearly make you laugh again. You should really take it slow with the lady.
The moment you both walk in, the sound of loud music assaulted your ears. You hug her close to you, already afraid to lose her in the small crowd of people having fun there. She in turn leans against you, loving it, the gesture. You lead her through the messy bar and towards the stairs.
"Where are we going?" She whispered into your ear, slithering seductively up your body in order to do so. You half for a moment seemingly to answer her, but actually it is to wallow in the feelings your frottage was arousing.
"I am taking you up the stairs to my private suite."
"You have a private suite?" She asked with wide eyes. You nod your head with well deserved pride, happy to have impressed her with your words.
"I am a large investor," You school her on the matter as you continue to guide her up the stairs still pressed closely against you.
"Wow!" she said. Then, "what are we going to be doing in there?" You lift your eyes to her questioning ones, quite making out the sultry tone of her voice and its hidden meaning.
"Nothing you are imagining little bird. We are just going to talk and get to know each other." She simply stared at you as if you were nuts. "You deserve to be more than a night stand, a transient encounter. Besides," you say leaning dangerously into her, "like I said, I am in no hurry to fuck you."
