<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> Upstairs Hallway &gt; Recording Studio<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard<br/>
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Fleur’s clevage is soft and springy underneath his attentions, and she allows a low growl to escape her throat when he squeezes her butt. She was fairly impressed, he didn’t seem inhibited at all.<br/>
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“So the answer is yes…”, Fleur runs a fingertip down the length of his nose, “So long as you promise …” Pressing her lips to his, she gives Richard a long hard kiss, “… that’s the last time you ever ask me for permission.”<br/>
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Richard might have been used to taking demands, but tonight, he’d be the one making them. Or even better, not making them and just taking what he wants.<br/>
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Leading him by the hand, she does indeed go straight. Opening a door at the end of the hallway. Behind her is a good sized room, a king bed against the far wall, its sheets made of shiny black satin. Equally shiny red pillows cover the top of the bed, and nightstands on either side each have remote controls for something. In another part of the room sits a desk with a reclining executive leather chair. A similar recliner sits in another corner of the room, with a nightstand next to it, and on the other side of the recliner from the end table is a small raised platform, with some kind of kneepads on the top of the platform. Finally, a wet bar sits near another wall.<br/>
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At various spots throughout the room, video cameras on swing mounts are visible.</span>