"I'm... I'm cumming," he whispered huskily, groaning in pleasure both from the disappointed look that flashed over her face when he removed his cock f...lly from her mouth, deciding in a split second to stick only his head between her pouting lips - that way she could taste the load she'd worked so hard for before swallowing. "Keep those lips tight and swallow for me, Isis... okay?" he groaned, finding the strength to say that right before he erupted. His hot spunk erupted into her mouth, three. I hear the bell above the door ring she walks in her curvaceous hips swinging from side to side. She orders a hot chocolate her voice seductive but sweet like honey too which makes me want to melt into a puddle. She sits at the free table opposite, I sip my hot chocolate and then look up into the most heavenly face I ever saw. Her ruby red lips glistening in the light, the emerald green eyes that I have fallen in love so many times, gorgeous blonde hair and the cutest nose. She must have been. I brushed the full length of her lips wth my thumb lightly enough to tease but with enough pressure to open them, then a soft kiss on her clitoris to begin. My tongue followed the path made by my thumb, giving special attention to her swelling nub. Her heels dug in to my back as her whole body tensed and a soft moan started to rise in her throat. Her fingers made there way through my hair, her nails drawing lines on my scalp before pulling up with two fistfuls of hair while using her calves to. There they bathed me, shaved any hair from my body, and applied makeup and perfume to me. They were also from my home city, but had been captured several months earlier while traveling, before the current conflict had broken out. We whispered furtively in our native tongue, as they warned me of what my new life would be like. This was, indeed, a brothel, or a "pleasure club" as it was called, where any of the girls could be rented for a fee that depended on the length of usage and the services.