[/floatleft]<strong>Name:</strong>Remus (Remy) de la Cruz Gaston<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Masseuse/ Singer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Maid Cafe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A sheer black sundress and pair of purple lacy panties.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Izzy, Alicia, Mikuru, Mayor, Lynn, Myranda, open<br/><br/>Remy smirked and giggled a bit at his horny partner's enthusiasm. Even as the embarrassment from having so many people around continued to wash over him, he couldn't deny how cute and sexy Izzy was, and how charming she could be. "Sounds like I win either way, you drive a hard bargain" he cooed, reaching down to cup the girl's tightly packaged bulge, her naughty bits straining against her shorts "And you drive something else hard as well" he teased with a playful wink, smiling as he let himself get swept up in another wet, passionate kiss, the boy moaning appreciatively into her.<br/><br/>A second later the boy's panties were off, the needy trap too caught up in the kiss to even care, his cock twitching painfully as Izzy continued to play with it. "aaa-ah...a cocksleeve? you want me to be your cock sleeve?" the boy moaned softly as the girl continued to taunt him, purposefully trying to hit all his submissive switches. He had to admit, the more she described the potential scene, the more the boy wanted to live it. But he didn't want just some "big cock futanari" he wanted Izzy, he wanted her to stir up his insides and make him her bitch as he cried out for more. "I...no...I....don't..." he whimpered, suddenly clinging onto her like a baby as she continued stroking him off and playing with his stiffening nipples.<br/><br/>Suddenly as the woman finished Remy felt his eyes go wide and his back arch backwards. The boy cupped his hands over his mouth, muting out his moan as he came in the woman's hand, his seed shooting out of his short prick and spurting across the table. For a moment Remy just sat there, face buried deep in his hands as his body trembled, a mixture of shock, shame, and undeniable pleasure wracking his mind, stirring it up to jelly. "n-no fair..." Remy suddenly muttered, lifting himself up off of Izzy's lap. "you said you were gonna make me moan...and that you were gonna make me your cock sleeve..." he said, suddenly leaning over the open side of the table, no longer protected from sight by the booths they were sitting in "but all you've been doing is teasing me, if you want me to belong to you, then you'll need more than just your fingers"  he cooed amorously, reaching behind him and slowly raising up his skirt and spreading his cheeks enticingly, showing off his cute little hole. However the way he was standing bent over he was face to face with Izzy, with his tasty rear bared to the rest of the restaurant. If she wanted to do him she'd have to race around behind him, preferably before someone else took him up on the offer he was displaying.