[His grin spreads, those sharp teeth shining in the low lighting of the club, and his scaled fingers gently glide over the lips down there, only barely hiding his goal. He could do more; finger her, kiss her, try to coax her further, but Eichi knows enough about Yvette to know that she doesn't need these distractions, especially if she is already ready.
Eichi grasps her hip with one hand, the other delving between the two of them to grasp at his cock, which was more than hard enough already with Yvette giving him her show and offering herself to him.
He doesn't speak, just pushing her hip down a little and guiding his erection to her lips, pushing upwards gently. He tries to tease her for a moment, rubbing the head of his dick on her.]
[ She doesn't resist, following as obediently as she would on a dance floor. He's right to think that any further encouragement on his part would be a distraction— her own pleasure is just a by product of pleasuring someone else. It barely crosses her mind, though she's well aware that part of the fun is in seeing how she is affected by whoever she's with, the anticipation bubbling inside her, and the way she'll ultimately fall apart.
It's important to make a partner feel sexy and desirable, even with an audience of just one, but especially if there are any bystanders around who might also be considering a tumble with this alluring performer. The way he's teasing her now, she doesn't think she'll have to do much acting, though this pause in the scene feels like a cue for a little extra push. She considers her next move: Biting at her lower lip, she clutches at her dress tighter. Against the backdrop of soft skin and wine red silk, her diamond ring shares the same dangerous glitter as his smile. As she leans in, soft locks of hair brush against his cheek. There's a desperate tremble in her voice, as she whispers ]
Tenshouin-san, please... take me.
[ She probably isn't married to a person. Dreams are rarely literal, but if being able to take something that isn't his, or being someone desirable enough to make her throw away an oath of fidelity adds spice to the scenario, why not? ]
[It's both, really. Taking something that isn't his, being desirable enough that she'd give herself to him despite her loyalty... And Eichi isn't really 'with it' enough to realize that this is a dream. To him, this is reality. He's a lounge singer in a place where these sorts of sultry things just happen and are welcomed, and she's a (probably)married woman who just can't help but to become part of the show.
He sucks in a quick breath at her request, and then complies, pushing her down on him and lifting his hips to meet hers, his hand keeping his cock upright and hopefully at the right angle to enter her, as he's probably a little overeager, and it'd be EMBARRASSING to miss. Even if she's the first woman he's been with.]
[ she's never been one for wild dreams or fantasies, and hasn't fully thrown herself into a role for a while, but as she's stretched around his hot and hard cock, helpful "memories" flesh her character out: She sees herself sequestered in a large house under the oppressive scrutiny of people obsessed with reputation; a devout, obedient wife whose only value is in the title her family holds, serving her husband in silence. Frustrated, unsatisfied and desperate to run away.
There is no doubt that she came to the club wanting this to happen, and now that she's had a taste, she'd rather die than stop. A loud moan cuts through the air, and her hips roll into him over and over, seeking out the friction on her clit that has her dripping wet around him. ]
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Eichi grasps her hip with one hand, the other delving between the two of them to grasp at his cock, which was more than hard enough already with Yvette giving him her show and offering herself to him.
He doesn't speak, just pushing her hip down a little and guiding his erection to her lips, pushing upwards gently. He tries to tease her for a moment, rubbing the head of his dick on her.]
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It's important to make a partner feel sexy and desirable, even with an audience of just one, but especially if there are any bystanders around who might also be considering a tumble with this alluring performer. The way he's teasing her now, she doesn't think she'll have to do much acting, though this pause in the scene feels like a cue for a little extra push. She considers her next move: Biting at her lower lip, she clutches at her dress tighter. Against the backdrop of soft skin and wine red silk, her diamond ring shares the same dangerous glitter as his smile. As she leans in, soft locks of hair brush against his cheek. There's a desperate tremble in her voice, as she whispers ]
Tenshouin-san, please... take me.
[ She probably isn't married to a person. Dreams are rarely literal, but if being able to take something that isn't his, or being someone desirable enough to make her throw away an oath of fidelity adds spice to the scenario, why not? ]
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He sucks in a quick breath at her request, and then complies, pushing her down on him and lifting his hips to meet hers, his hand keeping his cock upright and hopefully at the right angle to enter her, as he's probably a little overeager, and it'd be EMBARRASSING to miss. Even if she's the first woman he's been with.]
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There is no doubt that she came to the club wanting this to happen, and now that she's had a taste, she'd rather die than stop. A loud moan cuts through the air, and her hips roll into him over and over, seeking out the friction on her clit that has her dripping wet around him. ]
Yes.... Oh my god, please...