Dance Macabre (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

He had to keep muting his mic, his breathing getting ragged and shallow. “D-Damn you..~” he hissed out.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She moaned around him, aching hard and dripping heavily for attention.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He moved and suddenly forced her down to the base and kept her there. She didn’t need to breathe, and if she was going to make his work hell, she’d sit through him pulsing hard in her throat with no way to move.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Her eyes crossed before trying to look up at him from under the desk, shifting her hips and trying hard to move.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He wiped drool from his mouth and allowed her to pull back before forcing her down harder.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She grunted around him as quietly as she could, eyes hazy as he forced her to blow him. She could die all over again.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He felt his stomach flip as he took a break to look down at her.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She was watching him with needy eyes, working her head at the pace he set, swallowing him whole as her tongue worked his sack.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He released her hair and grunted as he tried to focus on work.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She didn't stop; in fact, when he became incredibly invested in his calls, she did even more. She worked faster, keeping him in her throat the whole time like she was trying to force him to cum.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He had to keep his mic muted, kept redirecting calls so he could keep moaning loudly over and over again. “Ch-Christ, Layla.”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I don't know what came over me...~" She moaned as she worshipped his cock, "Hearing you talk with such firmness really got me going...~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He let out a low moan and panted a bit. “I-I still need to work..~”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"But I need you...~" She moaned before moving to drag his sack into her mouth.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He lulled his head back and let out another long, low moan. “F-Fuck~”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She moaned around him and it felt amazing, especially when she began to lick and suck gently.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He panted, his cock throbbing and burning hot against her face. She could feel his balls twitch and pulse, even swell slightly with build up.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Was he close? She wanted him to cum so bad. She didn't let up for a second, wanting to be just like those girls in the videos he watched; all messy and ragged and only wanting more.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“F-Fuck I’m close.” He panted. His pre cum dripped onto her face, dripping more with every pulse and throb.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She whined softly around him, almost like a soft begging for him to finish, her hands running over his thighs as if it would help urge him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He suddenly arched and let out a long, loud moan as he dumped all over her face and hair, making a huge mess of her, some shooting onto her back.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She gave a weak noise of delight, milky eyes half lidded as he painted her with his cum.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He panted hard, his cock pulsing against her face. “F-Fuck, Layla..~”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I-I need you so bad, sweetie...~" She whined, "It hurts the longer you're not inside me...~" Her eyes flickered gently but she blinked a couple of times to remain present.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Could you still manage under the desk?” He asked.