agent_harkness | Jack's Boudoir

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Current Location: Miss Gate's Attic
Current Music: soft

Jack's Boudoir

Like the decor? I picked up the job lot of cushions from a bordello on Bandraginus V. *flicks a switch on control device - candlelight seems to come from nowhere*

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*growls with lust*

*slides down*

*rides you hard*

*walks in confidently*

*gapes*

Erm.

I...

...erm.

*slouches slightly*

*grins, panting*

hey.

*grins, panting*

heeeeeeeey.

*crooks finger*

Oh. I. Ah.

Madame Lyndawithay, I understand entirely about your actions earlier, your signs of affection were simply to distract a temporarily deranged creature from unleashing satanic flamethrower death on all comers, I have no hard feelings if you don't wish to...

...mmmhh.

Oh Mr. Harkness.

obblobblobblobbl.

Oh, JACK. Oh OOD.

oh, GOD!!!

*earth-shaking orgasm*

*windows rattle*

Jesus Christ! *comes like a volcano*

holy Pordon, I can't feel my toes

...absinthe, anyone?

*gibber*

*pours absinthe all around*

*sips*

*collapses again in satiated daze*

eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeee....

*strokes round lynda's left nipple with a gentle flicking tentacle while jack does unspeakable things to me*

Blimey, was that squeal thing an orgasm? Or should I keep going?

--gngngngngngngNOT YETgngngngngngn--

Any hints?

Lower -- to the left -- lower -- in a bit -- no, back out -- round that way -- careful, that tickles -- gently now -- oooh blblblblblbl -- harder NOW --

*obliges*

*joins in on you both*

Hmm, I think I can just reach... *employs big toe*

*bispecies snog*

*sobs with desire*

*forgets own name in throes of passion*

-- GASP lynda, madame, with a whyYYYYYYY --

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lyndawithay - 2006-08-04 12:23 (UTC) - Expand

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