" Fuck, Eurydice, I'm throbbing, stiffening, swelling. If only I could view your slithering, coated flesh." No peeking, Orpheus. Remember... oh fuck, ...uck, fuck." What?" They're in me. Oiled arse cheeks pulled wide. Fingers delving into my spasming sphincter. My cunt filled and stretched. Oiled and dripping as they rub against each other. Thrusting and insistent. Pinned atop their stiff digits. Skewered and sodden." "Fuck I'm hard. God, I need to see this." "Nooooo. Hades. Underworld. All. The piles and piles of cash, the streak of luck, all gone. At first it had been great, I won everything, found money everywhere. It had all come to a head on the gambling trip, one push of any button was the jackpot. No magic, no fun. I couldn’t even play, everything was a winner. Bored out of my mind was the word. I never was particularly religious but I figured that old man was Satan or some kind of fucking devil, because the reward he had given me was no reward at all. All I had wanted was. ”“Why do you think I've been there? I asked. “Its because you taste good! You cant expect anything like that unless you're prepared to at least taste it yourself”. She turned her face back with a sort of grimace on her face and I kissed her at first lightly and graduating to lip grinding and tongue thrusting. I could still taste her so I knew she could. She ended up licking around my mouth to remove any traces of her cum.“Nice?” I asked.“Yes. Very nice” she whispered. “Oh God. I never. ’ Blen motioned the waitress over, and indicated the booth. Five ladies drinks were bought, and she took Belle by the hand and led her to the booth – with all eyes in the bar following. Behind the closed curtain, Belle examined the set up. She indicated her lap. ‘I know how we’ll do it, but first, come here.’ Blen straddled her lap, removing her camisole as she did for her male customers. Belle took hold of her face, and kissed her long and deeply, her strong, assured tongue searched into.