Robin

[poison_isley]

Ivy had since ceased to try to hide In fact, the longer she went witout getting caught, the bolder she grew.

Tonight she decided she wanted fucked. She was just sick of jerking off and hookups on Sizzr were more effort than they were worth.

On the prowl, crimson hair piled up loosely and a little black dress that plunged low, front and back, she made her way to Saturnalia. Wandering the crowd she took little notice of all the phone out filming her. She even made sure to let them get good angles.

A drink in hand, she brushed away one cock after another. They weren't what she was looking for.

Him. He was what she was looking for.

Ivy eased up behind Robin and whispered in his ear softly, nearly unintelligible below the music.

"Come to bed..."

It was less the invitation and more the chemical compounds of the pheromone that were irresistible. She knew he'd come because how could he not?

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[poison_isley]

"If you like that mojo, just wait, lover," she said, practically gliding along as she followed him to the bed.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a little groan. "So did you know I own this place, or did you just pick me out of the crowd because I'm pretty?"

[poison_isley]

"You look like a man who knows how to use his mouth," she replied, keeping pressed close to him until they were alone and the music was muffled. "And you strike me as a fellow who's not too picky about things like skin colour. I was watching you for a while."

[goodfellow]

"No," Robin said, and the word was almost a breath, "I'm not. Also you are... one of the hottest women I've ever seen in my life, and I've had a very, very, very long life."

He'd led her straight into his office, and now he kicked the door closed. The bed was in the adjoining room and seemed so far away.

[poison_isley]

Ivy turned on him and though she wasn't terribly big she was ridiculously strong. She pressed her palms to his lapels and pushed him against the door. Looking up at him, her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Can you find my zipper?" she asked as the heady perfume of her filled the room

[goodfellow]

Oh yes, she was in charge here, and Robin was so in to that.

He reached behind her with both hands, finding the zipper on her dress and tugging it down slowly.

[poison_isley]

The dress sipped to the floor, leaving her in only panties, stockings, and shoes. Ivy pressed tight to him.

"You'll wear a condom and you won't pull my hair," she told him. "Do you have rules?"

[goodfellow]

"If you want to leave marks just make sure they're not on my face," Robin said, smiling as he looked her up and down.

[poison_isley]

She'd definitely made a good choice. Ivy delicately udid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Hands trailed down to his fly and she smiled darkly.

"Oh, hello," she said as she slid her hand into his pants.

[goodfellow]

Robin's eyes glinted. "You chose well."

[poison_isley]

"I guess I did," she said as she curled her fingers around his massive cock, held on, then pulled him along to the bed in the other room like it was a leash.

[goodfellow]

Robin groaned a little and let her lead him. God he wanted her.

"I should also tell you... I have a lot of stamina."

[poison_isley]

"God I hope so. If I only wanted to come once I'd go home and jerk off," she said. At the bed she did let go, but only so she could sit on the bed.

"Show me what you got, baby," she purred.

[goodfellow]

Robin's eyes raked over her body and then he took off his shirt, then his socks, and then unfastened his trousers and shoved them down, along with his underwear. He was already half hard, but he started to stroke himself as he watched her.

[poison_isley]

Ivy slipped out of her shoes and panties, leaving the stockings there. She was brilliantly geen over every single inch with just a bit of vibrant red hair between her thighs.

"Cmere." she said, curling her finger to coax him closer.

[goodfellow]

Robin came closer, until his leg touched hers. God she smelled good. There were a hundred things he wanted to do to her, but what the most wanted was to do whatever she told him to.

[poison_isley]

Ivy moved back, getting herself comfortable. She spread her legs and tugged him closer.

"Eat me," she demanded.

[goodfellow]

Robin immediately climbed onto the bed and between her legs. He thought of kissing her first, but instead just dove right in.

He'd had thousand and thousands of years of experience at this.

[poison_isley]

Ivy dropped her head back and drew her knees up, spreading wide. Slowly, she eased herself down so she could slip her fingers into his curls.

"Oh, fuck...yes," she groaned. Hands down already the best man she'd been with.

[goodfellow]

Robin moaned as he worked her with his tongue, making it clear that he was enjoying this. Like she was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

[poison_isley]

"There...there....there," she gasped, tensing all over. Her leg lifted and wrapped around his shoulders and she held his head, but didn't pull his hair.

He took direction well and a moment later she was crying out and bucking against his mouth as she came hard.

[goodfellow]

Robin kept going as she rode it out, and then raised his head and licked his lips, looking pleased with himself.

[poison_isley]

"Kiss me," she said, then rose to bring him close to taste herself on his tongue.

[goodfellow]

Robin did exactly that, groaning into the kiss. And he found himself, like... waiting for instructions.

[poison_isley]

She kissed him until she was happy with it, then backed off so she could look at him.

"Worship me," she demanded darkly.