out her hand, leading him back into the V.I.P with his champagne glass.
Reentering through the dark curtains and to the same area Daiki was before with the other timid dancer, Illicit pushed Daiki down on a black sofa and spread her legs out and onto Daiki’s waist, never breaking eye contact with him. Daiki licked his lips and began rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, trying to make sure his erection didn’t end.
“Let me see you dance/ I love to watch you dance/ take you down another level/ and get you dancing with the devil…”
As the music blared from the speakers, Illicit danced seductively enticing Daiki into the depths of temptation.
Suddenly, the music changed to Tyga’s “Rack City” and Illicit began to move her body to the tempo of the music. Daiki clapped his hands and went along with it since he was a big fan of American rap and hip-hop.
While Illicit was crawling towards Daiki, her eyes began to glow red and suddenly the lights dimmed and began flashing erratically. Each time the lights flashed, Illicit shape-shifted into one of the victims Daiki murdered.
Frightened, Daiki shook his head and rubbed his eyes. When Daiki looked again, Illicit’s back was towards him.
Daiki proceeded to stand, but before he could get off of the couch, Illicit pushed him back down and gently put the sole of her shoes to his chest. Daiki looked up at Illicit as she towered over him with her leg on his chest and began kissing from her Louboutin’s up to her inner thigh.
“No,” said Illicit as she pushed Daiki back down to the couch once more. “I’m in control.”
Daiki grinned darkly and let Illicit do as she pleased.
Illicit pressed her heel into Daiki’s chest and watched his reaction. “You seem to me the type of man that loves pain mingled with his pleasure.”
Daiki squished his face. Illicit slowly glided her stiletto down from Daiki’s chest to his crouch. Illicit dropped to her knees and caressed his thighs until her hands made their way to Daiki’s zipper.
Daiki opened his mouth and grunted in pleasure as Illicit wrapped her hand around his penis and pulled, seeming to giggle as he groaned and dropped his head back against the couch.
Daiki’s eyes rolled back into his head as Illicit put a piece of ice in her mouth from his champagne glass, lowered her head and licked his balls, swirling her hot wet tongue up his shaft and then to the head of his cock. She slid her mouth down over him, taking his infertile length and thickness deep into her throat. She let out a small breathy sigh as she swallowed. Daiki jerked his whole body off the couch as his heart pounded up against his chest. He wanted to grabbed Illicit’s head, but for some reason he was unable to move.
Illicit gradually started to bob her head up and down, sucking hard on his prick, jerking it with her hand, pumping him hard. With her free hand, she reached down into her tiny thong, sliding those long fingers over her clit. She moaned around his dick, bobbing her head faster as she ground against her own hand.
Just when Daiki could no longer take it, Illicit jerked her head away, her hand squeezing down on the base of his cock to stop him from cumming. She thrashed between his legs, her head whipping back as she gave a long, primal moan of ecstasy, coming hard before Daiki.
Daiki’s eyes flared as rage bubbled up inside of him over the fact that Illicit had stopped. Illicit licked her lips and grinned mischievously as she stood, slipping away her thong and laid on his waist again. With a semi frown on his face, Daiki stared back up into Illicit’s beautiful face in disbelief of the pleasure he was feeling.
“Is this what you want?” said Illicit in another voice and face, the face of Mia Cheung Lee.
Remembering Mia’s screams, Daiki looked up at Illicit, startled with a slight bleeding from his nose.
Illicit looked Daiki directly in
Reentering through the dark curtains and to the same area Daiki was before with the other timid dancer, Illicit pushed Daiki down on a black sofa and spread her legs out and onto Daiki’s waist, never breaking eye contact with him. Daiki licked his lips and began rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, trying to make sure his erection didn’t end.
“Let me see you dance/ I love to watch you dance/ take you down another level/ and get you dancing with the devil…”
As the music blared from the speakers, Illicit danced seductively enticing Daiki into the depths of temptation.
Suddenly, the music changed to Tyga’s “Rack City” and Illicit began to move her body to the tempo of the music. Daiki clapped his hands and went along with it since he was a big fan of American rap and hip-hop.
While Illicit was crawling towards Daiki, her eyes began to glow red and suddenly the lights dimmed and began flashing erratically. Each time the lights flashed, Illicit shape-shifted into one of the victims Daiki murdered.
Frightened, Daiki shook his head and rubbed his eyes. When Daiki looked again, Illicit’s back was towards him.
Daiki proceeded to stand, but before he could get off of the couch, Illicit pushed him back down and gently put the sole of her shoes to his chest. Daiki looked up at Illicit as she towered over him with her leg on his chest and began kissing from her Louboutin’s up to her inner thigh.
“No,” said Illicit as she pushed Daiki back down to the couch once more. “I’m in control.”
Daiki grinned darkly and let Illicit do as she pleased.
Illicit pressed her heel into Daiki’s chest and watched his reaction. “You seem to me the type of man that loves pain mingled with his pleasure.”
Daiki squished his face. Illicit slowly glided her stiletto down from Daiki’s chest to his crouch. Illicit dropped to her knees and caressed his thighs until her hands made their way to Daiki’s zipper.
Daiki opened his mouth and grunted in pleasure as Illicit wrapped her hand around his penis and pulled, seeming to giggle as he groaned and dropped his head back against the couch.
Daiki’s eyes rolled back into his head as Illicit put a piece of ice in her mouth from his champagne glass, lowered her head and licked his balls, swirling her hot wet tongue up his shaft and then to the head of his cock. She slid her mouth down over him, taking his infertile length and thickness deep into her throat. She let out a small breathy sigh as she swallowed. Daiki jerked his whole body off the couch as his heart pounded up against his chest. He wanted to grabbed Illicit’s head, but for some reason he was unable to move.
Illicit gradually started to bob her head up and down, sucking hard on his prick, jerking it with her hand, pumping him hard. With her free hand, she reached down into her tiny thong, sliding those long fingers over her clit. She moaned around his dick, bobbing her head faster as she ground against her own hand.
Just when Daiki could no longer take it, Illicit jerked her head away, her hand squeezing down on the base of his cock to stop him from cumming. She thrashed between his legs, her head whipping back as she gave a long, primal moan of ecstasy, coming hard before Daiki.
Daiki’s eyes flared as rage bubbled up inside of him over the fact that Illicit had stopped. Illicit licked her lips and grinned mischievously as she stood, slipping away her thong and laid on his waist again. With a semi frown on his face, Daiki stared back up into Illicit’s beautiful face in disbelief of the pleasure he was feeling.
“Is this what you want?” said Illicit in another voice and face, the face of Mia Cheung Lee.
Remembering Mia’s screams, Daiki looked up at Illicit, startled with a slight bleeding from his nose.
Illicit looked Daiki directly in
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