[ This sex party isn't for anyone who is outside the very, very small circle of the world's most elite and powerful men and women. It's very exclusive, very secretive, and unspeakably prestigious; a place where the rules don't matter and the most expensive champagnes, diamonds and all manner of sexual proclivities are out in full view, displayed by the most beautiful bodies and unhindered by nothing except imagination.
There is something for everyone here, from the most vanilla to the most kinky, shamelessly celebrating the blatant excesses of riches and overflowing with money, wealth and power. This is where the elite come to play, under masks and with soft words, and here Noctis is, entering with his lover and (for tonight, plaything). He comes in an impeccably tailored suit, and her, in nothing but a translucent, figure-hugging dress that leaves nothing to the imagination when her expensive fur coat is taken from her. She wears a diamond-studded collar that he's fastened on her neck, a vibrator tucked up inside her and cum glistening on her thighs.
He had, of course, sampled her in the limousine on the way here, and he's leading her into the party with a leash, fancy eyemasks obscuring their features and keeping their identities private. Here, they can play, they can do any damn thing they want -- and here, his beautiful, lovely girl can be shown off to everyone. He kisses her in full view of the others; there might be other nude men and women moving about, but his eyes are only on her.
Reaching behind, he's pulling the zipper of her dress down. ]
Out of your clothes, babe. You don't need that now. [ He's heading over to one of the booths, evidently meeting some of the other masked men and settling in, legs apart for Serah to take her cue. There are two other (one male, one female) between the legs of his new companions, clad in the tiniest glittering loincloths and dutifully sucking cock, obscene wet sounds underlining the soft, sensuous beat of the club. ]
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There is something for everyone here, from the most vanilla to the most kinky, shamelessly celebrating the blatant excesses of riches and overflowing with money, wealth and power. This is where the elite come to play, under masks and with soft words, and here Noctis is, entering with his lover and (for tonight, plaything). He comes in an impeccably tailored suit, and her, in nothing but a translucent, figure-hugging dress that leaves nothing to the imagination when her expensive fur coat is taken from her. She wears a diamond-studded collar that he's fastened on her neck, a vibrator tucked up inside her and cum glistening on her thighs.
He had, of course, sampled her in the limousine on the way here, and he's leading her into the party with a leash, fancy eyemasks obscuring their features and keeping their identities private. Here, they can play, they can do any damn thing they want -- and here, his beautiful, lovely girl can be shown off to everyone. He kisses her in full view of the others; there might be other nude men and women moving about, but his eyes are only on her.
Reaching behind, he's pulling the zipper of her dress down. ]
Out of your clothes, babe. You don't need that now. [ He's heading over to one of the booths, evidently meeting some of the other masked men and settling in, legs apart for Serah to take her cue. There are two other (one male, one female) between the legs of his new companions, clad in the tiniest glittering loincloths and dutifully sucking cock, obscene wet sounds underlining the soft, sensuous beat of the club. ]