running my fingers thru your hair.....as you suckle

Cabin
Entering My Cabin

Going to My furs.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

lp

Game over!

Final scores:

Rottie : N/A

" E N D G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 8 5 1 2 4 8 3 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " r o t t i e " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : n u l l , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : 0 , " b o n u s " : 0 , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : 3 0 , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : 3 0 , " g _ t o t a l " : " N / A " , " d r o p p e d " : t r u e } , " o w n e r " : " r o t t i e " , " s t a t u s " : " f i n i s h e d " , " r o u n d " : 1 3 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 8 5 1 2 5 2 5 , " l o a d e d F r o m P o s t " : 1 7 1 8 5 1 2 5 1 1 }

Rottie has started a new game with the following players:
Rottie

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 8 5 1 2 4 8 3 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " r o t t i e " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " r o t t i e " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 8 5 1 2 4 8 3 }

leaning in and kissing your cheek......before leaving a trail of kisses down to your amazing firm breast

Serms quiet

kissing my way softly
down to the swollen nipple
fingers gently playing as my lips lap
on gently sucking

pulling down the other bra cup for you....enjoy,,,

yes.... yes you would.....giggle

i would be a fool to say no...... right?

moving to the other side of you

she wasn’t tiny when they brought her here
but the extra weight in her ass and tits

causing such a depression as she had been pleased with how she looks
and having been told she will be made to atleast put on another 40lbs

I'll be back (insert accent here)

grins........ do you want the other one? *wink*

pulling the demi bra cup down...... giving you full access...

The House
mutters

something something warmth and depth

Deadeye Gun Range
"Out of respect for her and Dylan I never asked…" Holly interpreted your sigh, accurately or otherwise. "Though I know the optics and timing look bad. I can tell you I absolutely had nothing to do with it, though — Tommy fucking Two-Fingers had the nerve to ask."

Formerly three-fingers. Formerly four-fingers. It also meant that Holly had to start looking into this person that was trusted to take over The Poodle and this other venture that gigi was slated to debut, one that she had to presume was put on ice. Phoebe something, someone she knew very little about.

What was more pressing was her relationship with Edgewater Empire, whose tag was visible intermittently all over the Palisades in particular. Being their primary connect to primo product meant she was too valuable to bother, but who knows just how secure it made her position relative to whatever fluid heirarchy the street gang upheld, how flexible her relationship to secondary interests like Chicago or Rockshore could be.

She eyed the second bag that rested on the tailgate, gesturing with a pink-manicured fingertip. "Mmmm, whatcha got there? You know I've been breaking in a new Mk47 — you know Seven-Six isn't exactly my favorite but I might be warming up to it…"

A scrape of dust and debris marked a turn and pivot as she headed back towards the range, turning her ear-pro back on as it hung around her neck like a collar, pinching in the halo of her hair awkwardly.

"I sure hope not. I was kinda hoping she'd just forget about it, actually. I've half a mind to fake my own death and flee the country if she actually does call it in. Like what can we really provide for Vargas other than a really expensive cup of coffee, eh? Like we're not unique or special, so the greatest utility we can possibly represent for her are to be a sacrifice or a patsy, and I ain't about that…"

She hesitated, though, and looked back at you. "Well okay maybe you represent more, what with your other skills and maybe a connect up to Spain, and I've got my lead with Sinaloa and a few key friends in low places, but… if she gets to know about any of that, we might be in pretty deep trouble."

smiling as you offer up your breast to luccee...*grin*

Fenix Arsenal
She spots you there with the extra arms and the guns, firing away, and stops to watch until those clicks. All eight of them.

Her brow is raised, impressed, when you come out of the range to greet her.

"Hey, Echo. How's it going?"

She glances around to make sure they're the only two people in here, or that anyone else here is one of them. The crew for this mission, that is. It's only then that she bends down to unlock the crate and reveal its contents.

"Dylan and I went scavenging earlier today. We've got the transponders."

Not all of them are in the best shape, but between you and Nobunaga no doubt things can be pieced together.

nervous bites my
lip
then wetting them with my tongue
dark eyes on yours

fingers stroking a nipple thru the silk
then soft lips pressing to the firm roundness

moaning a bit