CIAN
the eye
"Okay." She readily agrees, giving him an appreciative shimmy of her tits before getting to work on his pants.
Whatever the Eye's expression, whatever the looks exchanged between him and Molly are, Ronin won't be privy to, given his current focus. With buckles and buttons unfastened, the white whore releases Ronin's erection, stifling a gasp as she does so. How many cocks of all shapes, sizes, and colours she must-see, and yet still her expression and the flush of colour on her cheeks seems entirely genuine. Biting the inside of her lip and moaning a sound of excited arousal, she begins to slowly lower herself between his legs, blinking large dark eyes up at him. "Okay mister not a type." She pouts, her lips blushing over the head of his cock. "I guess I'll just have to make it up as I go."
No sooner do her perfect heart-shaped lips swallow the head of his cock, tongue swirling in dizzying circles, do two perfect breasts appear to Ronin's right, on the bar. There, stripped away of most of what she was wearing before, is the bartender. Now there is only tight leather crisscrossing over her body, leaving exposed a whiff of black hair between her thighs, and her breasts. Gravity-defying in their perfection, she lolls her head to the side, all dark hair and red lipstick. "Touch me," She pleas, reaching for one of Ronin's hands that she might place it on one of her nipples.
As the whore between his legs works his cock expertly, the bartender lets her knees fall open, back arched on the bar, touching herself in tandem with the work being done next to her.
Whatever the Eye's expression, whatever the looks exchanged between him and Molly are, Ronin won't be privy to, given his current focus. With buckles and buttons unfastened, the white whore releases Ronin's erection, stifling a gasp as she does so. How many cocks of all shapes, sizes, and colours she must-see, and yet still her expression and the flush of colour on her cheeks seems entirely genuine. Biting the inside of her lip and moaning a sound of excited arousal, she begins to slowly lower herself between his legs, blinking large dark eyes up at him. "Okay mister not a type." She pouts, her lips blushing over the head of his cock. "I guess I'll just have to make it up as I go."
No sooner do her perfect heart-shaped lips swallow the head of his cock, tongue swirling in dizzying circles, do two perfect breasts appear to Ronin's right, on the bar. There, stripped away of most of what she was wearing before, is the bartender. Now there is only tight leather crisscrossing over her body, leaving exposed a whiff of black hair between her thighs, and her breasts. Gravity-defying in their perfection, she lolls her head to the side, all dark hair and red lipstick. "Touch me," She pleas, reaching for one of Ronin's hands that she might place it on one of her nipples.
As the whore between his legs works his cock expertly, the bartender lets her knees fall open, back arched on the bar, touching herself in tandem with the work being done next to her.
