<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> Main House - Upper Floor<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard<br/>
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Fleur wriggles her hips as her last article of proper clothing – if indeed, it had been enough material to really call it clothing – is pulled out of the way, leaving her nude except for her tall heels. And then, Fleur’s eyes widen … genuinely caught off guard by his naughty tongue. This was certainly not what she was expecting out of the cub first!<br/>
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Breath draws in, those heeled feet spreading a little, “Mm …” Two hands reach out, bracing against the nearest wall. “So not just a pretty face, after all.”<br/>
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After a moment of bracing, Fleur spots one of the several camera remotes on the nearby nightstand, and reaches for it. Setting the automatic sound-tracking, she triggers the video recording system.<br/>
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Fleur sucks on her lower lip, eyes closed. From his vantage point, this goes unseen, at least until he checks out the video version. The little mrrr of sound that dribbles from her lips could be picked up on. A more dominant personality might be stoic and disciplined in the face of stimulation, but Fleur was a hedonist, unpracticed with self-control.</span>