<strong> EJ - Bar - Throbbing </strong><br/><br/>EJ could see Roxanne's lips moving but had little idea what she was saying.  His attention was currently elsewhere, focused on the sensations being generated below his waist.  He felt the delicate touch of Isis' tongue stroke the swollen tip of his cock.  Her small hands gently began to stroke his length as he felt her lips gently wrap themselves around it.  At long last, EJ exhaled, releasing, for the moment, the tension built waiting for Roxanne to leave.  She let him off the hook much too easily.  He'd best be on his guard for later.  She'd been wronged earlier in the evening.  Her wrath could be most unpleasant for the uninitiated or unsuspecting and downright addictive for those appreciative of her particular brand of talent.  He looked down to catch Isis give that grin he was beginning to appreciate since it usually meant something slightly devious was coming.<br/><br/>Without warning, his cock was buried deep in Isis' throat which collapsed around the engorged tip as she gagged.  He could feel the wetness from her mouth tickle underneath his shaft as it began to drip toward his balls.  She stroked his slick, thickening member to increasing hardness, taking his full length again, nuzzling her chin against his balls, wrapping the back of her velvety throat around him once more.  Slowly, stroking, caressing, Isis took her time, gradually building and intensifying the sensation.  He heard her moan as the scent of her delicate sex began to lift into his nostrils.<strong>"Holy shit,"</strong>he caught himself whispering to himself.  Unconsciously he began to run his hands along the sides of her head.  Her hair ran through his fingers as her head worked it's way up and down his cock which was now screaming for a release.  He desperately needed to be inside her.  Thoughts of throwing Isis on the bar flashed through his head but, looking around, he saw Lee Chang and Charlotte making their way through the Playground Area.  The distant cry of discretion was nearly imperceptible but loud enough to force him to consider other options.  Her scent grew stronger.  Her moans became louder.  Her pace began to quicken.  He needed to hold on long enough to find a way to feel her other moist, pouty lips wrap themselves around him, swallow him, caress him, grip him.