Put On Your Doll Face

Physical pleasures were one of life’s great gifts, and having a woman so eager to have him was a rare treat. He didn’t know her, and as she questioned, neither knew the other’s name. Noir would have been content with that, leaving her another nameless conquest. However, she called him back and the man fell easily into her deep passionate kiss. He knew the deeper emotions in the gesture were not for him, but he would steal them and her for as long as he desired. Which may have been cut short had she not lured him back to her side.

The mottled woman corrected him softly, her eyelashes fluttering as he allowed her to manipulate his body. Noir raised a brow but allowed her to push him onto his back. She moved over his body with purpose, her dual toned eyes keeping hold of his gaze as he watched her trail over his belly and finally let her focus break when she reached his lower belly. Noir wasn’t so sure he trusted her that much, but the chance of danger was enough to heighten the feelings when she finally touched him.

Oooh, I see.” He groaned softly, gritting his teeth as she gently handled him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he reclined further and allowed her access to every inch of him. She was obviously experienced, Noir had no note to offer, only the sounds of pleasure as she coaxed him. ”Noir,” he gasped as she showed him exactly what she was willing to do for his name. ”My name is Noir.” And then he couldn’t even form words as his body was given up to the bliss she provided.

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