Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
Well of course Sunjata is going to have to work for it. Lily isn’t on the clock. Something flashes across her eyes as he crosses into her space. She makes no efforts to move from his advances, looking up at him with a slightly arched brow. Inhaling, her tongue darts across her lips and her voice grows softer - beckoning, welcoming, daring.
She reaches out to the man’s shirt, running a couple of fingers up the front of the material. “Mmmm… I don’t bite unless you’ll bite back…” Those fingers flick to his chiseled jaws, darting up sideburns until they flick against his hairline. “Something that purrs under a strong hand…” Chuckling to herself, she slips to the side, continuing the tease.
“Can’t wait to compare notes…”
And with that, she turns and exits into the darkness, purposefully walking with a little strut as she leaves.
Always leave them wanting more, ladies.
{FIN for Lily!}
She reaches out to the man’s shirt, running a couple of fingers up the front of the material. “Mmmm… I don’t bite unless you’ll bite back…” Those fingers flick to his chiseled jaws, darting up sideburns until they flick against his hairline. “Something that purrs under a strong hand…” Chuckling to herself, she slips to the side, continuing the tease.
“Can’t wait to compare notes…”
And with that, she turns and exits into the darkness, purposefully walking with a little strut as she leaves.
Always leave them wanting more, ladies.
{FIN for Lily!}
