<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>The Explosive Finale<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Semele, Velen, Vibeke<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Exhibition and oral</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Antonio's need to concentrate was as strong as his body's disinterest in anything going on above the waistline. At the start of the performance, any thought given beyond Vibeke's performance below threatened to remove the wind from his sails and soften him between her lips. Now, it was all he could do to keep his fingers from twitching in such a manner that he didn't drop a ball or firecracker. The courtesan's mouth was latched on now, out of some animosity or a sincere pleasure he could not tell. Perhaps both? Perhaps knowing that he could screw up only drove her to more passionately and feverishly swallow his length into her throat?<br/><br/><strong>"Toss!"</strong>he called out, a slight hitch in his voice as his feet lifted onto his toes. Just a brief tickle against the ridge of his member was all he needed for his whole body to shift now. Stilling himself, he barely caught the flash of the oncoming torch in time to snatch it, his hands holding seven separate objects for the time. His eyes widened in a slight panic, knees bending as Vibeke refused to relent. His ass cheeks clenched tightly as his member throbbed and tightened, preparing itself for the inevitable conclusion. He relieved the second-to-last ball from his possession as best he could, Grumrump's courtesan barely catching it after lighting Semele's firecracker. It seemed his audience was now in a sudden rush as his new benefactor was already preparing for a throw.<br/><br/>Gasping, Antonio's hips thrust forward, stabbing into Vibeke's throat as a droplet of clear and salted precum dripped against the back of her tongue. Without much time to properly prepare, he carelessly tossed the final ball in the direction of Grumrump and his courtesan, seeing the bright flashing of the red candle flying into his periphery. He had to reach up a bit high in order to catch it, but catch it he did.<br/><br/>At this point it was a matter of timing. He knew the red candle had the shortest fuse, and all six firecrackers would be erupting any moment. With a smile he finally allowed his body to fully relax, muscles loosening, his chest heaving with each deep gasping breath. The sweat upon his brow, neck, and abdomen shone brightly in the flashing lights of the firecrackers, and as the fuses burned so did Vibeke's lips and tongue caress his ever trembling cock. All it took was one, two, three more pulls for him to know release was imminent.<br/><br/>One after the other Antonio tossed the firecrackers higher into the air, up at least two floors above his head as he felt his seed flooding from the base of his member. Hands now freed, he grasped Vibeke's head with his left hand, pushing it back as he grasped the base of his member. As the first firework popped, flashing brightly in the night sky, so too his seed burst just as her lips pushed back from the head. He wanted to make sure that the conclusion could be seen by his customers, his entire body shaking convulsively as his hand pumped another burst, the white seed smacking into Vibeke's cheek and chin as two more firecrackers popped, and then the remaining three.<br/><br/>As the sparks slowly showered down, continuing to illuminate the pool in soft sparkling droplets, he pulled Vibeke's head closer, hand slowly pumping his remaining seed free.