<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br/><hr/><br/>Nette had gagged just a bit around him, but hadn't stopped the work she was doing to please him. Her blue eyes opened now and then to look up at him, watching the pleasure written across his face. When he thrust in to her throat accidentally, she coughed for a moment, but a second later, she was moaning and eagerly taking him down her throat again... half to show him she wanted it, and half to prove to him that he hadn't done anything wrong. One hand lifted occasionally, sliding up in to his hoodie and sliding her nails along his chest and stomach, raking along his abs as she hungrily worked to bring him the most pleasure she could manage with her mouth alone. Still, when he gently pulled her back, she looked up at him somewhat wide eyed and breathless, blushing and chewing her lower lip when he said he believed she wanted the same thing he did.<br/><br/>On her feet and in the circle of his arm, she eagerly kissed him back, ignoring the taste of smoke on his lips as her arms went around him and her lips eagerly succumbed to his kisses. When the kiss broke, she flashed him a small, coy smile. "I've needed this too," she whispered, but then he was turning her, his chest to her back and the hard press of his eager member against the curve in the small of her back. At his guidance and the eagerness she felt in his hands and movements, she wriggled out of her jeans eagerly, kicking them to the side and standing there, seemingly unabashed by the bruises and welts littering her legs, especially the backs and insides of her thighs. He didn't seem to mind either, because a moment later, he was throwing her forward on to the couch, her upper body bent toward the back of the furniture.<br/><br/>His weight settled between her spread knees, and a moment later his hands were pulling her hard back on to his length. A small cry that seemed half squeal, half exhale left her at the feel of him filling her, and her eyes clenched shut tightly as she uttered a small whimper. He paused and she was thankful for the brief reprieve, letting out a soft shudder as her body stretched around him, adapting to accommodate his length. It was true that sex with her clients sometimes didn't happen... Occasionally they wanted a quick, violent fuck... but most of the time they were happy to just hear her scream or see her cry as they brought whatever implement of pain they chose that day down on her. Funny how things worked out, but one of the highest paid prostitutes in the Row seemed to have sex less than the others.<br/><br/>He thrust in to her again, and Nette let out a small squeak, her eyes closing as her body arched in pleasure and she pressed back against him. "Y-yes," she gasped as he yanked her back by the hair, her body eagerly going where he directed it. "F-fuck me," she panted, her hands white knuckling the back of the couch as her small sex tightened around him, gripping him like a vice. "D-don't... don't stop," she squeaked, her eyes clenched shut tight as her ass bounced off his hips again and again. She was already trembling, her orgasm building within her but not quite ready yet.