<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"> Fleur<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Recording Studio<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard<br/>
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A little thrill runs down her spine, delighted with the naughtiness of the situation. Did his wife do things like this to his body? Granted, Fleur didn't really know her, but the way she moved, commanded - even the way she grabbed Richard's ass when first dropping him off after the key swap - well, it seemed unlikely. And he'd said he'd only been with one other woman before his wife. Had he ever shackled someone, or put them on a leash? It seemed unlikely.<br/>
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Fleur may not have an extra mouth handy to attend to both sides of Richard at the same time, but she can continue working her fingers. Stroking, teasing, tugging, never too forcefully, knowing how hard you could push a guy. Her voice mutters into Richard’s ass crack, “Are you going to cum for your little whore, baby?”<br/>
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Left hand sliding upward, seeking Richard’s nipple, rubbing and pinching lightly as her hot tongue keeps circling the backdoor. After a moment, she kisses at him, and begins to hum, lips vibrating against him. The sound may be muted by Richard’s body, but Fleur wasn’t exactly doing it for artistic reasons.</span>