She moved here to join LAW. It was an offer from a woman named Victoria Palmer, and she found it more than tempting. Tokyo could have given her a new milestone in her career, which hardly had a chance to continue developing in the United States. However, that wasn't the only reason she decided to move. She had heard that there were great nightclubs in Tokyo, where she was sure to find what she needed without any problems.
She found this place the night after her debut match.
Elysium. A hotel and a nightclub. The perfect combination.
What was she counting on?
Sex.
Just sex.
Not promises.
No obligations.
Just sex.
This is how she lives. She denies the very concept of love. She was different once. Naive. She once thought that love was magic that would bind you and your partner forever. No. It is not true. Love is just the chemistry of our bodies, just a hormone that overshadows the mind. Because if love really existed, she would not have received a scar on her heart, which has not yet healed and is unlikely to ever heal.
And now she's standing in the middle of the dance floor with a glass full of ice and whiskey.
She can't take her eyes off her.
Maybe it's just the alcohol in her blood.
Doesn't matter.
All she knows right now is that there's only one thing that catches her eye and makes her feel like she's under a spell. Her beautiful body. She longs for the taste of those beautiful lips. She wants to touch her sexy body. With every little movement she hypnotizes her. And now she wants only one thing, to make her her own.
And then she turns around. She looks straight into her eyes. That look... was it just her imagination?
This woman is approaching her. Trying to stay calm, she took a long swig of whiskey. This woman only stopped when their shoulders touched. The brunette's lips moved closer to her ear. She felt her hot breath making her skin crawl.
“Excuse me," a honey-sweet voice sounded. “Could you tell me where the restroom is?”
A smile appeared on her face. She immediately realized that it was just an excuse.
“Sure, let me show you the way,” she replied. “It would be a shame if such a cutie gets lost.”
“Oh, thank you...”
They walked through the crowd on the dance floor and soon she opened the door, letting the brunette go ahead.
“Thank you for guiding me,” that voice was already starting to drive her crazy. “Are you being so nice to all the girls?”
Instead of answering, she turned the latch. The woman turned around, but when she saw it, she was not afraid. Instead, her lips stretched into a smile filled with passion.
“It seems like you want to stay here a little longer?”
She took a step forward and the next second her hands were on the brunette's waist. This body was beckoning to her and there was nothing she could do about it. She clung to her as her hands moved lower.
“Your hands are so naughty...”
“Not only hands...”
She tilted her head forward. Her tongue ran over her lips. The brunette responded in kind. And then they joined in a kiss. So deep and passionate one that her mind seemed to be covered with fog.
Her hands moved lower. She grabbed the hem of her short dress and lifted the fabric up. Both of her hands squeezed the brunette's juicy buttocks. Their tongues finally uncoiled and a bridge of saliva formed between them.
“Wait... we don't even know each other...”
She turned the brunette around and pressed her front side against the wall. Her left hand went into her panties. Oh, she's already wet. Her right hand was on the brunette's right breast. Damn, her nipple was hard as a rock.
“Do you want to get to know each other better?” She asked. “Then let our bodies speak for us...”
Her lips touched the velvety skin on the brunette's neck. Her fingers smoothly entered her pussy. The space around was filled with loud sweet moans. The brunette arched in her back. Her body told her everything she needed to know. She wants more.
She turned her around to face her again. Oh, her cheeks were so red. It was damn arousing. She took the strap of her dress and pulled it down, exposing her breasts.
“I want to taste every inch of your beautiful body...” she whispered.
Sinking lower, she ran her tongue over the hard nipple. A loud moan filled her ears. With a smile, she started sucking on that nipple, making the brunette squirm. She hugged her head, pressing it harder against her breasts. The hint was clear.
She raised her right hand, touching her lips with her fingers. The brunette started sucking them. She's so hot... with her free hand, she headed down again. Pulling off her panties, she entered her pussy again. The two fingers began to slide back and forth, gradually accelerating.
“Mmmmm!!! MMMMM!!!!” She kept moaning. “More... please...”
Running her tongue over her nipple one last time, she knelt down. She gently took her left leg and placed it on her right shoulder. Without closing her eyes, she leaned forward, sticking out her tongue. She deliberately slowly ran her tongue over her labia, feeling every bump. Oh... the taste of these juices... drug. A real drug. She started caressing the area of her clitoris while her fingers were moving back to work.
“Faster... faster!” These moans made her soul sing. “I... I... I'm cuming! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
And then she turns around. She looks straight into her eyes. That look... was it just her imagination?
Yes, she wasn't even ashamed to admit that it was all just a figment of her imagination that flashed through her mind in less than a second after she looked at it.
This woman is approaching her. Trying to stay calm, she took a long swig of whiskey. This woman only stopped when their shoulders touched. The brunette's lips moved closer to her ear. She felt her hot breath making her skin crawl.
“Your hungry eyes make me blush,” she whispered. “My name is Nakayama Soru.” Her lips touched her earlobe. “It's too crowded here, maybe we can continue our conversation in private?”
“Nerissa Labong,” she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you.” She turned her head and looked into her eyes with a smile. “How can I reject the offer of such an amazing woman like you?”
Nerissa Labong
Not all stories end the way we would like them to.
But as for the story of that night... make no mistake, it ended much more hotly than it was in her imagination.
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