<br/><strong>Name:  Vibeke Veland   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13145390#msg13145390)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Having a mouthful<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Antonio<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Oral</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Vibeke was not one to keep eye contact. Given their unusual position it wasn’t an easy task even if she did. She didn’t need to watch his expression, everything Antonio felt was gauged from the throbbing of his flesh, the tension in his taut muscles and ultimately from his jagged breath. He was hers. The subtle trembling of his erection told Vibeke that it was time to pull away and she did so for a moment or two before wickedly taking him deep into her mouth once more.<br/><br/>“Light!”he called out, forcing a tiny grin from her part as she still held him between her lips. From one point of view her ‘loyalty’ should technically be to keeping him on the edge before pushing him off, allowing one of the two parties to win the bet. Technically, because by then no one would actually win, except perhaps for Antonio himself, but even he wouldn’t be fully satisfied with a ruined performance. So the best outcome would be if they all focused on the show instead. She would give it her all – including driving some sense of control into the juggler – he would definitely give<em>his</em>all and the audience will benefit from a nice, well-driven sense of accomplishment by the end. All fine and dandy, except that her instincts and experience wanted more from him than a clean ending. In fact, it should be anything but<em>clean</em>and her inner conflict rested on the drive to feel him trembling between her lips, literally dropping everything and begging her to stop and continue at the same time.<br/><br/>She heard the sizzling of the firecrackers being lit then his voice calling out for them to be tossed. She pulled away just as she caught the first one and took a peek from below just as her lips teased his tip. She licked languidly at the underside of his length.<br/><br/>“Light!” he called again and this time his leg extended straight against her shoulder before pushing her back, driving himself as deep as possible into her throat to the point where his tip connected with her tonsils. His grip loosened and Vibeke was able to back away, slowly this time, teasing his length in the process. Only then did she watch him call out for the third and by the time he caught it, managing to juggle all six items in a decent rhythm, Vibeke lifted his leg and gently helped him plant it back on the ground. Now he was standing before her, his length caught between her lips as the colored lights danced around them, illuminating her frame and his. They weren’t fully visible just to their known audience, but also for anyone wishing to view the pool from upstairs.<br/><br/>She curled her long fingers around the base of his shaft before licking his sides once more, one by one, her tongue gliding all over, coating his length. This was just the silence before the storm. Making sure that he was well grounded, she took a glance at his frame, watching his hands move, his chest heaving and the white sheen of sweat on his skin. Vibeke decided she won’t get another perfect chance like this.  Now was the time to see what Antonio was made of.<br/>Her full lips glided up his length inching towards the base until they met with her own fingers. She released the base and brought her hands to his hips, clinging tightly to him. He felt her milking his shaft with her warm mouth, just before she began to once more pull in and out, this time more rhythmically, tight and deeply.<br/>