Jardin de Plaisir.
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,535
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Dreams & fantasies.
Angelique poured a little champagne in Dominic's bellybutton and displayed a quick sardonic smile when she noticed his goosebumps and hardening nipples.
"Evil little bitch", Dom whispered lovingly while he gazed up with admiration. She said nothing and put her tongue in use for something completely different. Dom closed his eyes and bit his lip till he tasted the iron.
Her mouth seemed to be everywhere; one of his balls completely vanished. He cross-eyed from bliss and made a mental note never ever to forget this night again, which he immediately forgot when her tongue trailed little circles on his head.
A finger slowly explored and massaged the space between his balls and hole; Dom thought he was about to die. A soft moan escaped from between his rosey lips into the dark, cold December-night.
"Do you like my new trick?", Angelique inquired.
There was no answer, only a gasp and an open mouth.
"I'll take that as a "yes" then..."
Her nails now trailed high across his innerthighs and went higher and higher. She looked at his closed eyes and smiled with content. Then, she suddenly dove in and swallowed his rock hard cock without any sign of warning. Her object of lust arched his back and tilted his head, while his fingers were going white.
Dom moaned louder and forgot all about the scumbag tricks his friends had pulled on him. Nothing was of importance anymore, it was just him and Billy in the centre of their lucious universe.
She sped up her rhythmn and he pulled up his legs, while he wriggled of pure, shameless pleasure. It didn't take long before his moans turned into screams and the muscles tightened all over his body. His orgasm was like whirling water breaking down a dam.
Billy licked his lips, lifted his head and put it on Dom's heaving belly.
Somewhere down in the alley, a cat and its desired garbagecan woke a few law-obeding citizens. They didn't even notice...
A few hours later, Billy was wrapped up in his lover's arms and somewhere on a distant, unconcious level he heard some intoxicated men stumbling on the red-carpeted stairs. The moon was pouring its silver across that lady of easy leisure and her "client".
He sunk away into a dream where Dom once again stroked his milkwhite thighs, slipped his panties aside and pushed his hard, lubricated cock inside and fucked -God yés- fucked him untill he saw coloured stars.
It was a good thing he didn't know that their moans and sounds had triggered the imaginations of the customers on their floor, causing a wild rise in the cashflow of the perky prostitutes because they had to fulfill the kinky requests of their redblooded customers, otherwise he might have blushed like a shy schoolboy.
Dom however, dreamt that he pushed a butt-naked Orlando into a room where Elijah was dancing around to "Dance of the sugar plum fairy", wearing a pink tutu. The dreamer was grinning like the Cheshire Cat on purple mushrooms.
When the churchbell tolled five times, Madame gently pushed a heated Sean into her bed and blew out her candle. Maybe December wasn't that bad after all...
"Evil little bitch", Dom whispered lovingly while he gazed up with admiration. She said nothing and put her tongue in use for something completely different. Dom closed his eyes and bit his lip till he tasted the iron.
Her mouth seemed to be everywhere; one of his balls completely vanished. He cross-eyed from bliss and made a mental note never ever to forget this night again, which he immediately forgot when her tongue trailed little circles on his head.
A finger slowly explored and massaged the space between his balls and hole; Dom thought he was about to die. A soft moan escaped from between his rosey lips into the dark, cold December-night.
"Do you like my new trick?", Angelique inquired.
There was no answer, only a gasp and an open mouth.
"I'll take that as a "yes" then..."
Her nails now trailed high across his innerthighs and went higher and higher. She looked at his closed eyes and smiled with content. Then, she suddenly dove in and swallowed his rock hard cock without any sign of warning. Her object of lust arched his back and tilted his head, while his fingers were going white.
Dom moaned louder and forgot all about the scumbag tricks his friends had pulled on him. Nothing was of importance anymore, it was just him and Billy in the centre of their lucious universe.
She sped up her rhythmn and he pulled up his legs, while he wriggled of pure, shameless pleasure. It didn't take long before his moans turned into screams and the muscles tightened all over his body. His orgasm was like whirling water breaking down a dam.
Billy licked his lips, lifted his head and put it on Dom's heaving belly.
Somewhere down in the alley, a cat and its desired garbagecan woke a few law-obeding citizens. They didn't even notice...
A few hours later, Billy was wrapped up in his lover's arms and somewhere on a distant, unconcious level he heard some intoxicated men stumbling on the red-carpeted stairs. The moon was pouring its silver across that lady of easy leisure and her "client".
He sunk away into a dream where Dom once again stroked his milkwhite thighs, slipped his panties aside and pushed his hard, lubricated cock inside and fucked -God yés- fucked him untill he saw coloured stars.
It was a good thing he didn't know that their moans and sounds had triggered the imaginations of the customers on their floor, causing a wild rise in the cashflow of the perky prostitutes because they had to fulfill the kinky requests of their redblooded customers, otherwise he might have blushed like a shy schoolboy.
Dom however, dreamt that he pushed a butt-naked Orlando into a room where Elijah was dancing around to "Dance of the sugar plum fairy", wearing a pink tutu. The dreamer was grinning like the Cheshire Cat on purple mushrooms.
When the churchbell tolled five times, Madame gently pushed a heated Sean into her bed and blew out her candle. Maybe December wasn't that bad after all...