Dance Macabre (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" She frowned, "Was work that bad? It was that Frank again, wasn't it?"
 
She nodded and moved into his lap after a moment, "I think I know what would make you feel better, darling...~"
 
She gave a soft noise and shifted a bit, her dress feeling thinner than it looked. Probably too easy to pull off of her.
 
He made a noise and sloely pulled it off of her, running his hands over her as he sighed softly.
 
She blushed heavily, her waist much curvier out of the dress, her pale skin so smooth and slightly cool, "Wh-Why are you looking at me like that...~?"
 
She got him undressed and leaned down to kiss him again, "I don't think we've done it on the couch yet...~"
 
"I don't think we have either..~" he said. Strangely enough, he had a very vivid dream about it.
 
She slid out of his lap and gripped his cock gently, taking him into her mouth and wrapping her long tongue around him.
 
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