Jezebel stretched luxuriously against the brocade pillows as she gazed up at the naked man kneeling at the edge of the daybed.  Pale skin draped over the dark fabric, her glowing red hair a tumbled cascade over her shoulders.  Clothed only in the thigh high stockings she had worn on the stage, she radiates an natural confidence in her dancer's physique.  Licking her lips she savors his statement, "Mmmm... alive... interesting choice!  I would have said, vibrant, enchanted, exuberant, ecstatic, rapturous..."  Her body shifts, unconsciously giving him a lovely view.  She pauses and muses, "After all, what is life?  It always seems so fleeting and confining."  With a twinkle in her eyes she cocks an eyebrow watching the remarkable stamina of the man, his manhood somehow managing to swell once again so soon after climax.<br/><br/>Reaching out to the limp form of her delicious partner in crime, she draws Suzy close as she watches the man wobble on his knees.  The rich timbre of her sultry voice slides through the confines of the small room as she coos, "Oooh... you are a resilient fellow, aren't you my dear?  And here I thought we were going to have to play with each other for a moment while you recovered..."  One hand slowly sliding down the blond's svelte body, she scrapes a nail across the sensitive nipple, knowing just how tender it always is after Suzy achieves a climax.  Lips quirking in what is almost a challenge she asks, "What do you think... do you think you can do it again?"