She plays nightingale so well, taunting me with her sweet
song and kisses. However, as the night
unfolds, drink falters her practiced faux innocence and her heart begins to
pound. She lets loose the wildling
inside, tearing with her talons at my clothes, begging to taste me. She takes control, unworried of the stares we
get as she leads me from the bar to the alley outside. My submission allows her daring to increase
and before I can react, she has freed my need and fed her desire. I can only moan as I watch her on her knees.
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