Thread: Tombstone Endures(tidal station ~ Daddeo)

The intricate dress was made of different pieces that all detached, or unwrapped off of Jacqueline's body. She purred out little sentences and quips about the material, or something like it I'm not entirely sure where its come from. But there's been a number of people now, told me it's a combination of silk and wool. - Woo, it's cold in here without that thing, how do you do it Maris? Jacqueline's clothing under her dress looked almost identical to what Maris had been wearing when she walked in. Maris took each part of Jacqueline's dress and hung them up along the coat rack beside the door. Do what? Maris responded, naked at this point, she looked as if she were standing near a fire, or that she might have been fully clothed. Jacqueline felt considerably naked. She took Allen by the hand and walked him toward the bed. Maris returned to the bar. Darling? She turned her neck and folded her buttocks as she addressed Allen. Jacqueline set herself down on the bed, immediately laying on her side with her head on one of several large pillows. She urged Allen to sit down. She moved like warm water, even as she shivered from the wind breaking in through the window. One moment she was laying down, in the next she was giving Allan a gentle massage, finally her lips landed on his neck, and as she pulled and pressed at the knots in his shoulders, she kissed and breathed on his neck to calm him down. Maris continued her inquiry There's so much whiskey. I'm gonna prepare us a set of rounds. Do you object? The young whore had already poured herself one shot, swallowed it and loaded three more as she had the first time they drank. Maris brought the bottle of whiskey and one shot glass filled to the brim over to the bed and the table beside it. She set the whiskey down on the table and offered the shot glass to Allan. By now, Jacqueline's hands had moved, Allan's trousers were invaded without warning. The vibrant red head, had disappeared. She wasn't breathing on his neck anymore, and her feet had drifted to a different part of the bed. Her hands were reaching around both of his hips. She was attempting to pull his cock out. She had her hands on it, they were as gentle and calm as her voice. There were no rough edges on Jacqueline. The moment the shot landed in his hand, Jacqueline's head had reappeared by his lap. She softly wrestled his cock out, and her lips were already open. Her tongue pressed against the tip of his manhood, and she slid him back toward her throat as her wet lips wrapped him firmly. Maris had vanished, leaving Allan with the shot, presumably to retrieve more whiskey. Jacqueline held him there for a moment. One of her hands was wrapped around his hip, holding her up. The other was holding him by the base of his cock. Her mouth was made of tight muscles. She was good at sucking without using her teeth. When her lips started to slide up and down, a popping sound started to escape when she got to the tip. She was slow, still fluid, seductive, and tight. Her breasts pressed against his thigh. The breathe from her nose seemed to be coming off of a flame. She was moaning. Her locks were dragging across his lap. She squeezed his cock tightly as she urged herself forward, to work harder.