<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> Beach | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Open, Richard (MagicalPen)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">Emily looked down at her handiwork, pressing a finger between her lips after gathering all excess liquid which may have dribbled past her chin or jawline. With the taste of Richard's jizz in her mouth, she licked her lips, smiling down at his slowly shriveling member. It felt rewarding somehow, watching the aftermath of her labor, seeing him sink back down to reality after having been so high. She guessed that Richard didn't receive many blow-jobs, or at the very least, however many he may have received were probably not performed in the manner that Emily served; with as much enthusiasm or vigor. <br/><br/>When he sat up and offered to finish his task, Emily's eyes went wide for a moment, obviously not having expected it. She was so used to her client's getting their fill of pleasure, and not asking for hers in return, that it felt strange to expect someone to finish her off. Most of the time Emily was finishing herself off, when the climaxes were not mutual. Then again, the business of sex had a way of changing things, didn't it? When a person would have to pay for their pleasure, they likely wouldn't be as interested in returning the favor. Unlike Richard, in this moment. Of course she wasn't expecting a wad of cash from this stranger on the beach.<br/><br/>Her expression slowly changed again, morphing from shock to something akin to flattery. "Thank you for the offer, Richard," she shifted where she stood, bending down to her beach bag and pulling her phone from its depths, to check the time. Sure enough, her shift was merely twenty minutes from starting. "But I've got to get to work. I eat before my shift, and if I don't go now, my food will probably be gone." Though the doors to the Forbidden Fruit wouldn't open for another hour, that was still when Emily's shift started, because getting ready for the evening crowd meant cleaning beforehand. She pointed down the beach, still gloriously naked, the dribble of nectar shining against her thighs. "Behind Lure, the Restaurant, there's a Night Club, and it's called The Forbidden Fruit. If you can manage to sneak out while your girlfriend's in bed, you might want to drop by." She offered with a noncommittal shrug of her shoulder. Hell, maybe she did so good with her mouth that she could somehow convince him to pay next time.<br/><br/>After tugging her string bikini back on, and tying the straps in place, Emily collected her beach bag and the sunscreen from earlier, tossing it inside. "Here," she tossed him the towel she had mentioned earlier, one that just so happened to have a rather suggestive picture of large pieces of fruit on it; one looking a little too similar to a penis, and the other looking a little too similar to a pair of large breasts. "Keep it," she offered, before turning from him and the cabana, and heading down the beach, toward Lure, and the Forbidden Fruit. <br/></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Thea | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Sean (TaintedTruth)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://image.dhgate.com/albu_377521669_00-1.0x0/black-yellow-simple-sexy-girl-lady-woman.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center">Thea had always preferred Sean without his hat on, but hardly ever complained. Only when they were being intimate with each other, would she press the issue, usually preferring to silently remove his hat for him, rather than making a verbal request. Without the accessory on his person, it made their sessions feel that much more intimate and visceral. Not to say that articles of clothing still desperately clinging for dear life onto their bodies, wasn't sensual, of course. But, there was a time and a place for a quickie, and this proved to be neither the time nor the place... at least, not at the moment.  <br/><br/>It seemed as if, despite how long they had been intimate with one another, Sean was still slightly surprised by the gesture. Admittedly, Thea enjoyed the reaction from him, along with the fact that it was still surprising at all, suppressing a giggle at how his eyes would widen and and his body would somewhat hesitate. She did appreciate however, that Sean didn't so much as grumble at the removal of his hat, surely knowing by now that it was just a simple preference for Thea, wanting to be able to run her fingers tantalizingly against his scalp, and see him, all of him, as he was meant to be seen. <br/><br/>Upon the revelation, Thea comforted him by lightly dancing her fingertips along his scalp, reaching the nape of his neck, before hooking around and sliding up the sides of his stubbly cheeks. Her warm palms pressed lightly, against either side of his face, just holding him in place and letting their gazes meet, then linger. Eye contact was the crux of intimacy, at least in Thea's book it was, and sometimes just a single look could say more than a million words. The deep impact of their connection was striking, even still, to have such a strong chemistry that it erupted within them each time and time again, without exception. Thea hoped that there was not a single layer of their allure toward one another, which would ever fade, a wish that was likely made obvious by the way her limbs wrapped around him, as if marking her sense of belonging, to him and only him. <br/><br/>Hissing in a searing breath of air through clenched teeth, Thea's heavy lids closed, her hips angling to better accommodate their positioning, as Sean slid his cock slowly past her opening. Despite how sexually active they were with one another, Thea's pussy remained as tight as ever, the velvety walls being forced apart, slowly, juices squishing in the wake of his sinking member. Hearing his throaty groan in her ear made Thea's jaw drop open, a heated sigh leaving her lips, as her legs uncurled from his lower back and spread even wider, making a large V shape, toes pointing to either side of the room. <br/><br/>His girth pressed the edges of her honeypot apart, revealing the aroma of sweet arousal, combining with the scent of his excitement, and beginning to circulate in the air between them. The caress of her hands changed from a gentle brush down the sides and back of his neck, to a tensed grip around the blades of his shoulders, tips of her fingers clenching against his bare flesh, as if needing to hold onto him, to keep from floating away. Her folds slowly molded around his cock, clamping down roughly against his rigid rod, nearly asphyxiating his member in the process. It wasn't until his growling erupted through his chest, that Thea felt the extent of his cock, filling her to the brim and making her squirm beneath him, as her face reddened, all of the salacious heat trapped within her body. <br/><br/>She gasped his name before her breath momentarily swayed, convincing her that the pounding of her racing heart could not only be heard from the Ocean outside, but also by her fiance, looming over her. His lips captured hers in an instant, making her dizzy with the power of lust, as her lips spread for his and her tongue greeted his, probed by the cold metal piercing. The contrast between hot and cold clashed in their locked mouths, just the simple touch of that erotic piercing acting as enough of a reminder for Thea, that it sent a harsh shiver up her spine, making her body utterly tremble, a collection of her juices pooling around his cock. Against their kiss, Thea would whimper, while Sean slowly pulled his waist back, extracting inches of his cock from her depths, until just the tip remained, leaving Thea's face to wince, as if in pain from the emptiness. Then, so slowly, he drove deep within her again, making Thea's nails rake along his back, leaving slight pink traces behind, as the tingles started shooting through her insides. "S-Sean..." she stammered, "Ple-Please!" In a squeal would she beg, and he knew what such a beg was for. She wanted him to take her harder, and faster. <br/></div>