<strong>Tagged:</strong>Wiggy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rusty Mullet<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Every nerve in the man’s body was currently on the move, a pilgrimage to the throbbing lands. Alex could almost feel all his senses in his body shutting down, instead everything went towards his manhood, feeling everything there. He heard the technician’s voice go from innocently stammering to almost sultry, like flipping a switch. Her uniform was widening enough to almost allow her womanly curves to spill out, the thin edges of the suit still containing her flesh, if barely. The zipper went even lower and began to reveal her womanhood, that place Alex was almost feverishly begging for in his mind. He knew the suit could go one inch lower, making it ‘accessible’ for him. He did not know who designed these things, yet the inventor was no doubt a brilliant person. He’d have to ask his handler about it someday. He calmed his nerves somewhat by finishing his first drink, letting it all flow down into his throat, going straight to his mind in a few minutes. The first few sips were already affecting him, giving off that warm tingling sensation.<br/><br/>He glanced at the woman in front of him, knowing full well she was shielding his frame from the public. He did not mind others seeing him, sometimes even enjoying it, yet thought it was exciting that she was planning ahead. Was she simply toying with him, pressing buttons that she hoped would cause a shy reaction? If so, she would be in for a surprise. “How about we share a drink?” He asked innocently, although behind that mask was a barely contained grin. He was excited about the next part, not knowing how it would taste. No doubt she could see his frame tensing up, posture getting a bit more ‘serious’ as if he was getting ready for a race. He barely waited for a response from her, acting to his heart’s desire. A single digit was pressed to her lips, slowly wetting itself in her saliva before moving downwards, making a slow and teasing trail to its destination. The brave finger had to cross long plains, climb over twin mountains, pass another tight and hardened frame before crossing a swampy landscape. When it found its destination it nearly plunged itself it, finger burying itself to the hilt, almost like a sword being slammed back into the scabbard.<br/><br/>He actually felt a surge of pleasure running through his spine, the warmth and tightness being overwhelming. Every woman felt differently on the inside, always. A true man appreciated this fact, thus went the saying, never judge a woman purely on the outside. The inside was important too! He held his intruder there for a second or two, covering itself in her essence and scouting the terrain for the main army that would follow shortly. He then moved his finger outside, as slowly as was humanly possible, making sure to flick the little spot of sensitive nerves. He brought the wet finger between them, letting her see her own womanly juices that it was covered in. “A toast then?” He hummed, sliding the finger inside his mouth, tongue instantly swirling around it to collect it all. His taste buds were working overtime to register this gift she was offering him. He actually had to close his eyes for a second as he inhaled softly, nearly swallowing this precious load.<br/><br/>A second later he was on her, left hand clutching her hip and holding her tightly, the other freeing her right breast and massaging the flesh. His lips were connected with her own, tongue forcing its way past her lips, sharing the fluids he had stolen from her earlier. He swirled his tongue around in her mouth, letting her fully taste it, or forcing her to do so. If she did not strike him down at the spot he would slowly twist the sharing into a fight, tongues fighting a pleasurable dance of intimacy and lust.<br/>