Raika
Star
- Joined
- Apr 20, 2012
RE: Hostage of Crime (Ookami & gracedragon13)
Lukas raised an eyebrow at the question, mildly amused, normally he would have told Lynette she’d blown her chance then and there, but the question was intriguing enough for him to overlook it just this once. Instead of giving her a straight response he replied with a question of his own. “Do sex dolls moan in pleasure?” he paused, giving Lynette a second to think about it before responding to her silent response. “Didn’t think so.”
Running his fingers over her cheeks, brushing the moist trail of tears away, he leaned in closer, his lips literally brushing against her war as he spoke. “Don’t worry though, it won’t feel good, you hate me remember? How on earth could it possibly feel good?” he asked, placing his finger on Lynette’s lips to remind her to remain silent. It had been a rhetoric question, and he wasn’t sure Lynette could continue to test his patience and come out on top.
Parting his lips just wide enough, he closed them around Lynette’s earlobe, nibbling on them playfully with his lips before slithering his tongue out and flicking the ear with his tongue, his fingers gently began kneading her breasts, gently and kindly, almost affectionately like one would do to a lover. “See? Doesn’t feel good at all.”
Lukas raised an eyebrow at the question, mildly amused, normally he would have told Lynette she’d blown her chance then and there, but the question was intriguing enough for him to overlook it just this once. Instead of giving her a straight response he replied with a question of his own. “Do sex dolls moan in pleasure?” he paused, giving Lynette a second to think about it before responding to her silent response. “Didn’t think so.”
Running his fingers over her cheeks, brushing the moist trail of tears away, he leaned in closer, his lips literally brushing against her war as he spoke. “Don’t worry though, it won’t feel good, you hate me remember? How on earth could it possibly feel good?” he asked, placing his finger on Lynette’s lips to remind her to remain silent. It had been a rhetoric question, and he wasn’t sure Lynette could continue to test his patience and come out on top.
Parting his lips just wide enough, he closed them around Lynette’s earlobe, nibbling on them playfully with his lips before slithering his tongue out and flicking the ear with his tongue, his fingers gently began kneading her breasts, gently and kindly, almost affectionately like one would do to a lover. “See? Doesn’t feel good at all.”