𝔹𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 🥃 ℍ𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 & 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒
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Some slaves never learn Hennessy mused to himself silently while offering up the bar keep a politely buzzed smirk of sin before he said a few words of gratitude. “You look far too tense t’night wildcat. Like you could use a nice, slow screw.” He blurted out loud before lifting his hand and pointing his index finger to the swell of her right breast. The bralet she wore pushed her rack upwards giving her ample cleavage that this Brit could not resist. The pad of his finger grazed over her skin in a ‘X’ shape silently marking the spot that would soon have his mouths attention, somewhat.
“Shhhhh wildcat.” He teased before plucking a green, tart lime wedge from a glass bowl and promptly stuffing in her mouth. “Hold that.” He grumbled lightly while grabbing a shot of tequila and carefully nestling the glass between her breasts, letting it rest in between her skin and her clothing so it was snugly secure. Lastly he stepped forward and stooped over her, ducking his head until his mouth meet the plump pillow of her breast. The Brits, long, hot tongue slipped from his mouth and he drew a line along her skin before coming back up and firing off a wild wink and grin combo. He bounced back to take in the sight of Alica Fields standing there waiting and ready for a body shot -just for him the lucky fucker! He then went for the salt, sprinkling a dash along the trail of dampened saliva upon her chest. “Its not going to kill you to have a spot of fun. You can do me next.”
“You don’t understand. Please, Hennessy, please go” But of course, he would not. Hennessy wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t budge. What a stubborn old man! “For fuck’s sake!” But too afraid she was that he would blurt out something inappropriate, something that would screw them both. Her body was tense, almost shaking once he set up the scene. Alright. A body shot wasn’t too bad, was it?
It seemed like forever when he was finally ready. She watched him as he went down, for the first time not nervous or shy about him touching her but for the implications his actions would have later on. Would he be mad if he found out? It was best to leave that question open, for him not to know. Ever. “No, I don’t want to. I’ll meet you another time, I promise, Hennessy. Please” Alica hoped the other would hear the urgency in her voice and let it go, hoping for him to act contrary to his character, just this one time. “I really need to go”










