<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/c35e5c8d72d34eb82d71873cb47124bf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Antonio Cabrello (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129139#msg13129139)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Beginning to run into some concentration problems<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Semele, Velen, Vibeke<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Receiving oral oral</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Even five balls was simple enough for Antonio, allowing his mind to remain detached enough from the spheres hopping about in the air to simply enjoy the pleasures of Vibeke's tongue against his sac. His member tensed, that tightening feeling you get when you flex a muscle, his member seeming to bob or twitch slightly in her grip. In an effort to spice things up, he began to toss every other ball behind his back, where he would catch it, bring it round to the front, and toss it over his shoulder once more. It allowed his right arm, the one visible to the customers, to continue moving back and forth in a hypnotic cycle, adding a new layer to the performance.<br/><br/>It wasn't going to entertain them forever, but he needed to wait until he had the sixth in hand before switching anything up. For that, he needed to wait on his partner, her fingers now lifting his length so that she could slowly taste its girth. His breath came in deeply, his back straightening and arching just slightly, puffing his chest out more to the audience as he responded in tandem to her lick. He allowed a deep, almost moaning sigh as she gave him a bit of a kiss at one of the most sensitive spots, her tongue dancing against the flesh like the flickering flames of a fire.<br/><br/>Still his hands did not falter. In fact, he wasn't even thinking about what his hands were doing, and would have almost forgotten all of his own instructions to the audience as Vibeke moved on to the next step. When her ruby red lips wrapped about that bulbous tip he breathed in, preparing to call for the next ball. However, she continued down, feeling the ridge of his cock head glide along her tongue, feeling it press intently against that sensitive underside before her throat enclosed around it. He let out a grunt, almost as if he had just gotten punched. One paying close enough attention may have noted that he skipped a ball going behind his back, as he had accidentally tossed it wrong. An easy enough recovery.<br/><br/>Easier, at least, than turning his head to call for the sixth only to jump in place as it sailed through the air. Semele was quick on the draw, her Groom for the night seeming to do a worse job of distraction. He reached to catch it, but only managed to accidentally bounce his fingers against its underside. It hopped towards his left, right over Vibeke's head, allowing him to catch it with his other hand. The rhythm of the balls visibly changed, but not a single one fell upon the ground.<br/><br/>Antonio let out a deep sigh of relief, which was also a deep sigh of pleasure as he felt the courtesan's throat tighten around his tender tip. Breathing in deeply once more, and smiling at the amused applause of his benefactor Grumrump, he began to use both hands to toss balls behind his back and before him. It looks as if the balls themselves were now dancing and hopping in the sky.<br/><br/>"How ya doin' down there?" he asked to Vibeke, his eyes still skyward.