Fritzie breaks the kiss with a loud sound that resonates around the room, off dusty rafters, finger-smudged bottles and ashtrays crusted with cinders. When she looks down into his face, licking her lips, she's pleased to see that he looks well along the road to total and shameless debauchery.
She wriggles her hips in the lewd, rhythmic way she does onstage. The ridge under the head of Herman's cock grinds her clit and she moans excitedly.
"Bitte, Herman, tell me," she purrs, performing that little shimmy again, "in these dreams you spoke of, did I perhaps...take you into my mouth?" Grasping his chin in her fingertips, she tilts it upward and bends to lick from the pit of his throat to his jaw, demonstrating her tongue's capability for pinpoint precision. "Or were you more...unorthodox?" In explanation, she runs her index and middle fingers in and out of the deep well between her breasts. Satisfied that he understood, she turns her head to hum in his ear. "Or did you come straight to the point and fick mich*?"
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She wriggles her hips in the lewd, rhythmic way she does onstage. The ridge under the head of Herman's cock grinds her clit and she moans excitedly.
"Bitte, Herman, tell me," she purrs, performing that little shimmy again, "in these dreams you spoke of, did I perhaps...take you into my mouth?" Grasping his chin in her fingertips, she tilts it upward and bends to lick from the pit of his throat to his jaw, demonstrating her tongue's capability for pinpoint precision. "Or were you more...unorthodox?" In explanation, she runs her index and middle fingers in and out of the deep well between her breasts. Satisfied that he understood, she turns her head to hum in his ear. "Or did you come straight to the point and fick mich*?"
[OOC: *fuck me]