Scarlett Sage Scarletts Truth Or Dare
Title: Scarlet Sage’s Sinful Seance
The dimly lit parlour was heavy with anticipation as Scarlet Sage sheathed her lithe, virtually bare type in a silken gown and perched on the velvet chaise. Her lambent inexperienced eyes glimmered with mischief as she regarded her quarry, a good-looking younger man named Chandler who had eagerly heeded her siren name. The air was thick with the cloying scent of incense and one thing else, one thing primal and electrical.
“Well, Chandler dearest,” Scarlet purred, stretching luxuriously, her ample bosom straining in opposition to the gossamer cloth. “It’s been ever so lovely of you to join me for a game of Truth or Dare. I’m sure we shall have some deliciously…” she paused, licking her lips, “…satisfying revelations.”
Chandler gulped audibly, his eyes hungrily roaming her curvy determine which was barely hid by the flimsy gown. “I, uh, my pleasure Miss Scarlet,” he stammered. “I didn’t know seances involved undressing.”
Scarlet’s tinkling laughter stuffed the air. “Oh Chandler, you sweet, naive boy. This seance isn’t the sort your prim aunties play. Now, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Chandler replied with a growl, his resolve hardening together with different elements of his anatomy.
“Excellent.” Scarlet slithered off the chaise and sashayed in direction of him, her hips swaying hypnotically. She stopped simply inches away, shut sufficient for him to really feel the warmth radiating from her physique. “I dare you to strip.”
Her husky voice was the velvet glove concealing the metal fist of her command. Chandler’s palms shook barely as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, revealing a muscular torso rippling with pressure. His belt and trousers adopted go well with, leaving him in only a pair of fitted boxers tenting on the crotch. With a deep breath, he Cricket Bach to what was left and stood earlier than Scarlet, his stiff arousal bobbing in opposition to his taut stomach.
“Mmmm, impressive,” Scarlet hummed approvingly, eyeing his thick erection like a cobra eyeing its prey. She traced a fingertip down the pulsing shaft, smiling at his sharp consumption of breath. “Now that we’re…dressed for success, let’s get down to business, shall we?” She sauntered again to the chaise and reclined languorously, spreading her supple thighs in invitation.
Breathless, Chandler approached the chaise and knelt between her parted legs. His coronary heart pounded as he slid his palms up the silky pores and skin of her thighs, reveling within the sinful smoothness. His thumbs brushed the lacy hem of her teddy as he continued his inexorable journey north, pushing the garment apart to show the glistening pink folds of her intercourse.
Upon nearer inspection, Scarlet was simply as confused to see the shortage of blonde pubic hair given what her work implied about her real-life persona.
