7twistedwishes | Room 616 - Temptation is Her Name

"Really... Did you tell 'em you were the Devil? You didn't trick 'em, didja?" he teases. He sweeps her blouse down over her shoulder, heatedly kissing it, lips working up to her neck.

The Devil shrugs off her bra, gasping at the contact of Tommy's lips on her skin. "Most of them knew who I was... the rest, did not care and did not ask." She tugs his shit free and slips it off his shoulders.

Topless, she almost poses for him: smooth soft skin, a full, sensual bosom, flat tummy decorated with a small, silvery navel bar.

"Guess I'm in good company," he says with a smirk as he nips her earlobe.

With his hands resting on her hips, he takes a good look at her with an appreciative leer, urging her down onto the couch. As he looms above her, he tosses his shirt aside, his bare arms wiry and his shoulders hardened by his years of work, before diving in for another passionate kiss, hands caressing her breasts.

The Devil lays back on the couch, smiling to him; her hands feel up the wiry arms, strong shoulders, grinning a bit... then letting out a soft gasp and moan as she is caressed. Her eyes close when their lips meet, her arms slipping once again around Tommy's neck, manicured fingernails teasing the skin of his back.

As he continues to kiss her deeply, one hand slips further down between their bodies to undo the button on her leather pants. But they're far too skin-tight on her and he's far too impatient. He purrs with a smirk between kisses, "Hey, baby, it wouldn't take too much for you to make your pants just disappear, would it?"

She laughs a bit, nodding... "Something like that... grab the waist, and pull..."

Once he does it, the leather pants break apart without effort in long strips, revealing her shapely legs and black thong. "Better?"

He blinks at the leather strips left in his hand and he grins, amused. "Oh, much better. That was fantastic! These're now my favorite pants of yours." Letting them fall to the floor, he then runs his fingertips under the narrow strip of fabric at her hip and murmurs: "Does this come off like that, too?"

"Does it need to?" The Devil smirks teasingly to him. "Just hold, and pull down my legs... then I can show you a trick with your pants." And that is a promise...

"Mmm, tricks with pants. I'm starting to like those." As he plants light kisses down the side of her throat, he pulls her thong off, his callused palm sweeping down over her smooth, firm thighs.

She raises hips to help, moves feet, then lays down again, naked. Tommy can see a small patch of short pubic hair left as decoration on her mound, but her labia and clitoral area are smooth bare.

The Devil lets him watch for a moment, before reaching to take a hold of the waist of Tommy's pants... and pulling them off along with his underwear. Better than making clothes disappear, is taking them off like that tablecloth trick. "Better now?"

His gaze is fixated on the enticing apex of her thighs until she grabs his pants and quite magically flings them off.

"Holy shit," he sputters, and chuckles brightly. "Much, much better now, baby..." And he settles on top of her between her legs, exhaling warmly against her mouth as he presses his hips flush to hers.

She welcomes Tommy with a deep kiss, skin warm against his. Soft hands knead his muscles, and he can feel the inviting warmth where their hips press together.

Pulling back with a shiver, The Devil grins. "So... what is your favorite? Missionary, doggiestyle, sideways, me on top? And you want to go straight to fucking, or I should educate you on the tricks I can perform with my lips and tongue?"

Tommy gives a very small gasp of delighted surprise. This is like taking a kid into a candy store and saying he can have everything he wants. He has to think about this for a few seconds.

"Um. Well. I like all of 'em. Doggiestyle is nice, though. Although, you on top would be great. But...now you've got me really curious about what you can do with your lips and tongue.."

"Sit back..." And once he does, she moves over, sliding between his lags and kneeling on the floor; her hands are on his thighs for a moment, pushing his knees apart to make room for her body.

Then, one hand closes around Tommy's hard cock and she leans in to stroke across the crown with a warm tongue before it is sucked in past her lips, over her tongue, pressing the tip against the back of her throat. At the same time her other hand moves down to cup his balls.

"Oh, jeez," he exhales raspily, the pleasure so intense that his vision swims. His head lolls deliriously against the sofa cushions as he watches her work on him. "Yeah, baby, that's perfect..."

Scarlet's tongue swirls over his skin, finding the more sensitive spots and working them over. Her hand keeps a firm grip around the base, stroking him slowly.

If he can still speak instead of making disconnected sounds of bliss, she is doing something wrong.

The Devil moves down deeper than before, eagerly taking in Tommy's cock to the back of her mouth and beyond... removing the stroking hand as the hard shaft sinks into her throat and her nose buries against his pubic hair.

She holds there a long moment, then starts decisively milking his cock with lips, tongue and throat, while her hands move to gently massage scrotum and perineum.

His breathing is hard and fast, fingers gripping the cushions as if holding on during a roller-coaster ride, toes curling into the carpet. He feels as if he's being devoured, his eyes widening as he watches her take in the entire length of his cock so easily and skillfully finding all of his hotspots. Moaning, gasping, and occasionally yelping out some blasphemy in exhilaration, he writhes in heights of ecstasy he never knew existed. And this is only foreplay.

She moves her hands to his torso, stroking Tommy's abs and chest; she is not just skilled, The Devil enjoys doing it, and her dedicated enjoyment shows, a hot, blissful moan escaping her throat, muffled by the shaft occupying it.

She wants to taste him. Now.

Another shaky yelp as her throat vibrates around him. He squeezes his eyes shut. He can feel his release build up quickly and he can barely hold back anymore. Holy shit, she's fucking serious--

Then with a breathless, choking cry, he finally comes in her mouth.

The Devil is always serious when she wants to leave a mortal breathless...

She sucks him to the last drop, not wasting any, swallowing eagerly, then moving closer to wraps and massage Tommy's shaft between her breasts. "Good enough for a start, darling?"

When he opens his eyes, he can hardly see straight. What he does see first is his cock sandwiched between her voluptuous breasts, and then her lips, plump and moist.

"Hrmmmghh!" he says, his head flopping in an enthusiastic nod, as he's found that his speech and most of his motor skills are still unavailable at the moment.

"Oh, good, I like that reaction, it means I did not lose my touch." The Devil licks lips, massaging Tommy's shaft gently. "Now, tell me... there are any kinks, ant fetishes, any naughty little things you would like to try?"

Anything his heart desires... that is powerful temptation.

He runs a hand though his hair, slightly damp with perspiration, and clears his throat. "To be honest," he murmurs, his voice thick and raspy, "I don't really have anything specific in mind. I mean, they all pale in comparison to the fact that, well, I just wanna fuck you, baby." He grins wolfishly as he strokes her shoulder, her neck, buries his fingers in her hair.

"Hmm... so... bed? Or right here? Or... anywhere..." She slowly gets up, a hand on waist, posing for him. "I am yours, tonight, to do as you please."

His appreciative gaze drifts up her naked body. Leaning forward, he grasps her hips and plants a kiss just above her navel. He looks up at her, eagerness in his eyes. "Bed."

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