He flexed, and not only his eager member as Skylar grazed the pad of her studed tongue against it, but his character too.  Scott had decided himself man enough to make demands of her, which suggested the congressman was more cocky than she had thought, and the show was well received despite Skylar being a woman accustomed to calling the shots.  With his grip in her hair, he took the reins, and his direction deprived her of any further indulgence of his manhood, replacing her purpose with the rough charge and retreat of his invasive tongue and weighted kiss.  She could see why the blonde was so infatuated.  Even if she herself lacked the human emotions responsible for Imari's attachment, up close and personal for the first time, the man poised a certain allure that even Skylar had to acknowledge.  If the timing had been right, she may have given the softer woman a pat on the back for her superior selection, but those sapphire eyes just grinned up at him instead as he shifted positions to recline, guiding her palette to return and savor the hight of his arousal.<br/><br/>Had it been any other woman, maybe Imari would have been jealous as Scott's hand recoiled from her hair to stroke along Skylar's full figure, but the sultry vixen between them was the exception to nearly every rule the blonde had.  She watched as his hand reached to play along the brunette's backside, her own lips, left to their own vices, finding the nook of his neck to smudge their pink stain on Scott's throat while he shared a heated kiss with the other creature kneeling before him.  The first dominate slap that struck the round of Skylar's poised rear coaxed Imari's teeth to rake softly on his skin while Skylar moaned into the pressure of his mouth. The second, and Imari had felt the rumble of his moan against her lips, her slender fingers inching up the man's chest to feel the vibration in her plam as it splayed at his chest.  It wasn't a jealous gesture, however, aimed to steal his attention, and the devotion I'm her lips spoke to that sentiment.<br/><br/>As Scott withdrew, both women accommodated the shift; Imari's adoring kiss moving towards his Adam's apple while Skylar's fiery one parted to accommodate the congressman within a much more devouring gape.  She was not shy, and the manner in which she ushered Scott's waiting shaft between her lips could only be described as eagerly hungry.  The metal barbell that studed her tongue twisted and rode along the expanse of his length as she plunged him in one fluid motion until he reached the slight resistance at the back of her throat.  Here she drew her mouth back up again and released his rigid girth completely, the steadying fold of her fingers however braced him at the base as her lips took to sliding down its underbelly, where a soft but purposeful suckle held him against her lips.<br/><br/>From her vantage point, Skylar glanced up to see the solitary moment of tenderness that the two above her shared; Scott gazing up at the pretty blonde as her hand moved from his chest to caress his cheek and draw him into her kiss.  Their exchange fed her, however it was not the enamored aspect that perhaps fueled it that gave Skylar what she craved.  No.  It was the longing, the caged desires that now tipped them over the edge that satisfied her.  Love and adoration was good seasoning, but the lust the two were now lost in was the cornerstone of her needs, and as Imari's mouth worked in a seductive tango with her boss' tongue, Skylar's being feasted on their heat while she continued to implore it by giving Scott exactly what he had asked for.<br/><br/>The graze of Imari's delicate fingers lingered along Scott's jaw, a certain need clinging to her lips before her hand fell to join his upon the brunette's head.  Her full figure pressed against him, yearned and as her kisses faded in its desperation, the turn of her head coaxed them both to watch on while Skylar once again ushered Scott between her lips with tentative purpose.  An enticed hum rose from Imari while she admired the woman's work, the display tempting enough that she too lowered her stance to steal her own taste.  No, Imari wasn't jealous, in fact, in that moment in time the blonde was actually grateful.  On their own they had never been able to cross the line between professional, and personal, and Skylar had erased that line with ease.  Imari was sharing, but at last she was claiming what she had only been allowed to dream about until then.  She could share if it meant she could have him.