Bayonetta bore down on him, fucking with all her might as his moans came steadily. James saw a glimmer of fear creep into her eyes. Everyone turned in their chairs and looked up. Her gloved hand glided up and down her engorged, meaty pole as she eyed his juicy ass and licked her lips. She was dressed in gleaming light-blue latex that highlighted her hour glass figure nicely. “And then, what?”’What could be worse than death?’
She looked away briefly, swallowing the lump in her throat as she regained her composure. She hated wearing the thing. The discomfort in James’ chest, arms and shins was mild thanks to the thick leather padding on the bench. “What’s the plan?”
“Simple” Alexia replied. Her ass pressed back against his hips and she grabbed his hand, bringing his massage to an end and clinging to his arm for the night. Outside of her lollipops she usually stuck to dinner and little else. And if he got the chance to demonstrate his prowess; to put those over-confidant, over-sexed hellions in their place…
