"YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS"

screaming........bucking harder........pushinggg against reetha and finally pouring out.....squirting and spraying all over........my nectar soakes all around

"oOHHHHHHHHH GOOOOODDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK"

spasming.....again............again........

Thank you vaash. Challenging, yes.

Harbor
The man has his counted cash and he's walking away, hurried, probably to catch the departure of the vessel.

Sebastian doesn't want to get scammed so he preps his electronic probe which would be used to test each connector on at least one or two of the samples.

24 bagged piece of components. These would fit into cyberjoints, or neuralware processors to facilitate communication across brands, as well as data transfer speed upgrades that would outmatch bottom of the barrel competitors. Just having one step up for less cost could make the locals coming to him have an edge they might not otherwise. That's what ripper's do.

Except it's not 24 bagged electronic items.

It's just one.

"Wait a sec. I said I'd buy..."

twisting my head
seeing the needy agony in your face

With one finger
I motion you to move toward me

My finger and thumb gripping your sex
Pulling you toward an orgasm

so many.........sensations......the riding....the pain.......the quivering.......the clenching

"pleeeeeaaassssssseeeeeeeee...i.....i nneeed....to CCCCUUMMMMMM"

Settling out of the way and offering a soft smile as i watched

greetings Ms

*a hint of blush appeared*

she finally found some that she has never heard before

Hello little one, welcome

As you ride reetha’s hand I go back to slapping your tits
Not stopping unless you orgasm

-sitting on a chair... waiting-

looks in

bucking........shaking................and twisting back and forth........

Harbor
There is nothing illegal about this, but it has the feel of illicit activity. A shady meet up. A shady spot. Hushed communications. No store shelf, no packing label.

Just a man who called himself Sung-hoon, who was eager for some untraced eurodollars, which he brought in physical form, wrapped and banded. There's not much but the flash of electronic confirmation using some obscure codeword for them to indentify one another with. The man comes down with a crate in his arms, and waits to find Sebastian at the right place at the right time.

It almost feels right to have some mysterious phrase to both beckon and answer.

Except it's just the trader slapping the crate as it's set down and an expecting look for the cash. There's no trust between them yet, so when the hand off happens, there's a minute for the cash to be counted.

Then, Seb goes to the crate to test the products.

He should have paid after, but, he's not exactly the wheeling and dealing type very often on a shady pier.

Yes, Wanda moving my face btween your legs

These are all beautiful songs...

*blues closed.. a soft smile touched pink lips*

Main Casino
...she continues to tease at your belt loop before letting her hand run down and over your zipper just gently and a soft brust of warm air finds her as your voice drops like that and her breath hitches....a soft mmmmm spilling out of her as you say that....she leans back a bit her other foot coming to pull you in...a smirk...

Well that was a good day....I think we could probably find many adventures in such a club. Be they on film or otherwise.

...her voice drops slightly....

and I think you'd find that the love doctor tends to do most anything her best mate suggests....or commands.

....a soft purrr in that last word as her eyes meet yours once more....and she blinks...

An excellent use of the winnings then. Hotel sex is always the best sex. Except well when you get out that little box we tend to only do that at home.

...a curl of lips as she runs those bright emerald eyes down your form...

God how do I still find you this sexy after so many years?

-sitting on a chair... leaning back, waiting-