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Little, warm bulbs line the floor downstage of the performers and parcans shine on their prize. Beneath them, Elijah ambles into view. Until now Neesha has been wooing the crowd alone. She, with her dark eyes and her naked honesty; her hot gaze flitting around the room. Whether or not she has been able to make out their faces is anyone’s guess, the lights are bright. Her practiced expression is frank, faintly smug and unquestionably engaging. In joining her, Elijah comes to rest behind her. She preens, oiled and precious; her body a jewel in the darkened room. He’s is broadly built and virtually hairless, thick arms and a chocolate chest. He is a fine specimen of a man, naked as she, unafraid, insolent. Elijah touches her shoulders though he need not have alerted her to his presence. His footfalls are surprisingly light for a man of his stature but it’s his heat that she recognises. He reaches up to caress her shoulders, large palms engulfing each opalescent crescent. Their stage takes up half the space in the intimate venue. The small club’s walls have been expertly adorned from architraves to skirting boards in rugs and thick, dark material, successfully deadening the room acoustically, and further enhancing intimacy. Lamps on the few cabaret tables emit muted pools of light accentuating the rich, deep hues of the walls. Elijah looks out at the assembled crowd with eyes glassy with lust. His hands travel down her arms, reassuringly sensual. The glossy platform in which pair perform is brightly lit and it is the undisputed almanbahis şikayet focus of all the room’s eyes. Heavy, red curtains hang on either side of the stage, framing their foreplay. Only he is close enough to detect the tremour in her and even he is unsure of it’s origin, be it nerves or desire. He pushes his partner onto her knees, her head facing their audience. Music crescendos in an undertone to the little performance, a steady, mesmeric beat. Tension heats the club, makes the couple drip with promise. Elijah’s body is exposed. Appreciative onlookers may take in his thick thighs dusted with hair, pillars that frame his aching, erect, substantial cock. His wide, dark chest undulates with each intake of air. It is enough to make the women in the room experience a physical response. He is the maker of goosebumps, a sexually aroused man in his prime. Elijah steps around Neesha. He drops to his hands and knees and meets the glossy floor with the full length of his body. He rolls as though dancing, his feet almost touching her thighs, proud cock protruding (steady, thick and inviting). Like a circus tamer preparing for an act, Neesha watches him hungrily. She licks her lips, taking the weight of her coffee coloured breasts in each one of her palms. Their peaks rise to form large, dark and inviting points. She toys with herself, sliding her hands across her glistening torso. A captivated audience holds it’s collective breath.Neesha’s eyes roam Elijah’s body and finally she deigns to move. Taking his almanbahis canlı casino right shin in her hands Neesha guides his knee to bend. A woman watching sighs. Emboldened,Neesha splays both his legs and begins her journey, sliding atop his solid frame. Her glistening palms mark her progress marring the glossy perfection of the stage surface, her lips travel ravenously towards his. She doesn’t kiss him, instead her fingers trace his full mouth. She straddles him, her pussy meeting his cock, it’s engorged head pinned between them, peeping out.Neesha’s knees touch the floor on either side of his hips. Very slowly she folds her legs up to her chest, her feet coming to rest on the floor, propelling her supple body upright. Now there is air between the two but only for a moment. She squats. Elijah’s cock bobs with anticipation. Neesha lowers herself deliberately onto him. One woman gasps, another giggles; an enthusiastic male punter grunts. In reward,Neesha’s hand reaches down to wrap itself around Elijah’s thick cock. He smiles up at her, showing his teeth. She meets his eyes and guides his meat, just to the entrance of her slick cunt, holding her breath. Tearing her eyes from his, she looks out into the assembled crowd. Slowly, deliberately, Neesha nibbles her lower lip, enjoying the moment as it stretches, the rustling of shirts as necks crane in the crowd; their ill-concealed state of suspense. She tips her head and her body sinks onto his cock, one delicious inch at a time. Her pussy takes a moment to almanbahis casino adjust to the size of him. Eyes half closed, she raises her hips giving the captivated crowd a glimpse of his cock meat, exiting her heat, glistening with her juices. She shifts and descends, lowering herself until their pelvic bones meet. “ Uuuuhh” she says airily (for the benefit of the women in the room), allowing them to imagine being impaled, his impressive penis buried deep inside their slickness. Her pause is costly. Elijah has endured her teasing and the caresses she bestows upon him only for the assembled voyeurs. He throbs within her, eager and aching to own her, to fulfill her unspoken wish. So, as she is poised to once more prolong the moment, he undermines her theatrical conceit. Elijah firmly grasps her by her small hips and deftly removes a measure of himself from her pussy. Tensing his buttocks he jerks his buttocks upwards, ramming his cock once more into her slick sheath. Large hands hold her steady. He repeats the action, 2..3..4 times.Neesha gasps, her breasts bobbing with each thrust. Its hard to make out individual faces in the crowd.Neesha warms herself with the knowledge that before them, some men in expensive trousers and dinner jackets will seek to hide their erections, folding their legs to cover protruding, silken steel, defeated somehow by the arousing scene. A woman brushes her hand over one of her breasts as though smoothing away crumbs, her cheeks aflame, her lips parted. Beside her a couple progress from caressing one another’s thighs to open-mouthed kissing. At the bar, a sole barman refills one patron’s empty whiskey glass. He turns from his task to adjust the backing track as the action on stage continues, skilfully reducing the melody to their love play.
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