he can't take his eyes off of her as she moves, throat straining against the bottle, a mess of white leaving her lips. and making him long to recreate the scene in another way. he's got an easy grin on his face, hand reaching across to take one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing and brushing his thumb across her nipple. "that's a good fucking slut." he laughs, glances around at the circle of people, each one of them entranced by the woman giving them a show. he lets go of her hair when she pulls back, hand moving to gently hold her jaw and rub the drool from her chin, sliding down wet skin until he's brushing against her nipple again. "that right, is it? you can take more?" he reaches for the buckle of his belt, popping it open before sliding down his fly, eyes on her rather than all the people watching. "come here and show me." he takes his cock out of his pants, palming over it as he leans back in the chair.
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the way he praises her only manages to stimulate her further. a desperate, needy moan humming from her lips while her mouth was so full, the vibrations adding to the already fizzy mess she was creating. with her chest exposed, she arched her back, allowing for the show she was putting on to be all the more explicit. picking up her pace, she bobbed her head up and down, taking in the neck of the bottle, letting it plunge into the back of her throat while she looked up and made eye contact with anyone she could. there was warmth pooling between her thighs, the champagne mixed with her own spit began to slide down her chin, her throat, and down to her chest before he liquid hung from her erect nipples and dropped to the floor. "f-fuck." she gasped, pulling her mouth away, gasping for air and laughing as though she was high and far too aroused for her own good. the attention they had given her, the way they looked at her like she was something they needed to devour right there, was driving her wild. "told you i could take it all. hell, i bet i can take even more."
there are mobsters in every seat around them, two strippers on the stage before them as their private room comes alive with debauchery. arthur takes in all that there is to behold, but especially what romee was about to do. what he had dared her to do, desperate to see just how far she was willing to go in public. his hand is gripped tight in her hair and upon the first pass of her mouth over the bottle neck, he can already feel hardness straining in his jeans. arthur keeps his grip on her hair, grinning at her as everybody cheers, guiding her head to take more and more of the bottle with each movement of his hand. "there's a good fucking girl." he quips, reaching forward with his free hand to tug her dress away from her tits, exposing them to everyone's gaze as he holds her head down over the bottle for a long moment.
setting ; based on this gif. can be at a private s.ex club, swingers club, private room at a strip club surrounded by a mob boss and associates, a work trip gone a little wild, anything! ( to note : if you'd rather request my a.na d.e a.rmas character or my e.lla p.urnell character for this starter lmk! )
status ; open to anyone!
She was drunk on attention long before the bubbles started to spill. The knife in her hand clinked against the neck of the champagne bottle - forcing a few cheers from those around her as the expensive liquor foamed and was ready to erupt. "Quiet, quiet!" Romee yelled, laughter escaping her while she bent over the table, hitting the bottle once more to cause an eruption of fizz. Adorned in next to nothing - with a fist full of her hair being held tight by one of the other patrons, she took the tip of the bottle into her mouth, her lips pursed tightly around it, cheeks sucking in. The other behind her helped guide her up and down the bottle, and with every forceful motion, she gagged and gasped - the foam bubbling out, drenching not just her but the floor beneath her as she continued to put on the show for everyone watching her.