You slip off your street clothes and slide on the sexy underwear. The lace fabric feels cool against your skin, and the bralet lifts and separates your breasts nicely. Kelly eyes you appreciatively as you finish getting dressed. "There we go," she says with a pleased little nod. "That's much better."
And now?
Now that you're properly attired for the BNWO bathhouse, Kelly ushers you past reception and into the main area of the club. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal as music throbs through the speakers, setting a sensual rhythm for your exploration.
To your left is the bar, where sultry sissies tend bar and flirt shamelessly with patrons. To the right is a door marked "Bondage Room,"
The pain was so much; a constant torment that she lost all control over herself. The tentacles kept coming and going as Octavia's mind spun with pleasure. She thought only of the pleasurable sensations, overshadowing the idea that she wasn't doing anything wrong. Just as she took the first tentacle in the back of her neck, Octavia's legs gave way to cramps; the entirety of her muscles were vibrating, as if her pelvis were taking on an orgasmic explosion.
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Her back arched uncontrollably as a massive wave of ecstasy crashed through her entire being. Every nerve ending felt like it was being set ablaze, sending shockwaves of intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Her pussy spasmed wildly around the thick tentacles pumping their seed deep inside her, while her throat clenched rhythmically around the one occupying her mouth.
It was too much... and yet, somehow, not enough. Octavia wanted more - desperately so. She began to buck her hips, trying to take even deeper penetration from the creatures violating her.
You should definitely give surfing a try! I'm sure you'll pick it up quickly. And yes, let's make sure our swimsuits are packed. I've been working out lately, so I want to show off my new bikini. Speaking of which, have you thought about what you're going to wear?
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Hmmm...I think I'll go with my favorite one-piece suit. It's black and has a bit of a retro vibe. But honestly, I don't care what you wear as long as we have fun together! Don't worry about looking good for me or anyone else; just be yourself and enjoy the trip.
You're such a slutty little thing, aren't you? I can feel how wet you are from my touch... and how much you want to cum. But not yet, abel. Not until I say so.
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Keep moaning like that, and soon enough I'll let you cum all over my fingers. But until then, just enjoy the pleasure I'm giving you.
"Oh, I see," she says with understanding. "Well, perhaps we could find something to do together? Maybe go on a tour of the city or visit one of the local markets?" She offers him a small smile, hoping he'll accept her invitation. It would be nice to spend some time with Zurri outside the confines of the palace and get to know him better before their wedding day.
Hmm
She nods encouragingly. "It'll be fun! I promise." Her eyes sparkle with excitement at the prospect of spending time with him and exploring their new surroundings together. "We could even invite some of our guards or attendants to join us, if you'd like," she suggests, glancing around to make sure no one is within earshot. "That way it won't look so suspicious."
Her heart skips a beat as she waits for his reply.
"Secrets." Her lips curve up in an impish half-smile. "We keep 'em close and tight 'til they're all tangled up under the covers."
"You know how I like my father-in-law's champagne to go with the cake?"
"Like how you always love a good old-fashioned toast?"
"Like how you take pride in every plate you serve? Like a man who never hesitates to pick up where he leaves off."
"Like how you love the sound of rain on the roof, just as much as your wife?"
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A memory of your father-in-law and his wife. Your hand reaches out, caressing her cheek.
"Tell me about your father," Joanna says softly.
"I remember when dad took me fishing... it was the first time we really talked man-to-man," you say wistfully. "He taught me to cast a line, how to wait patiently for that tug on the pole. And then..."
"And then what?" she prompts gently.
"He said..." You pause, swallowing hard against the lump forming in your throat. "He said I reminded him so much of himself at my age.