Seduction | NSFW | Meme
Seduce me without using any words
It wasn't exactly a challenge but she would do it anyhow. Wolf had been behind the bar retrieving his own bottle of vodka since the barkeep had yet again left their post and with sly movement she had slipped around the bar on hands and knees unknowingly to him until she was in front of him, hands gliding up denim pant legs, over the zipper and higher beneath his shirt, fingers splaying out and dancing along his skin before sliding back down to pop to button loose and pull the zipper down, fingers hooking in to the hem of his jeans and tugging, leaving his boxer briefs in place.
She leaned in, running her tongue along the fabric over the length of his manhood, right hand slipping beneath to fondle his balls, her lips pressing delicately against where she believed the tip of his cock to be and fell back, eyes staring up at him with a winning smirk before she would slip back from around the bar and in to the public eye.
A strangled sound escaped his lips as he froze feeling her hot hands practically burning him through his denim. Fuck~. She was a wicked one. The teasing wouldn't have been nearly as bad if they were in a place where he could pull her up by her hair and pin her lil ass to the nearest wall. But no, she'd picked the worst possible place to get him hard and hungry for her. A low growl rumbles in his chest and his eyes clench tight a moment, his cock stirring, swelling, starting to strain against his pants already. His free hand thrusts into her dark locks and he looks down, pinning her with a serious expression. She might have been playing, but he certainly wasn't. His voice was barely a whisper, but even over the music he was sure she could hear him. "Best hide tonight krasivaya. I find you, I'll put you back on your knees." His hand tightens in her hair a moment before releasing to slide down her jaw. His thumb smooths over her lush lips, then presses into her mouth a moment, wetting it to run along that lower lip. Drawing his hand away he suckles the moist digit smirking down at her, then backs away. Taking his bottle, Wolf adjusts himself with his free hand, and finds the nearest booth, where he could hide the fact he had a very obvious erection.