1001 Nights in Nauru

[Silver]

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Immobile, rising an eyebrow, Silver watched the woman in her front like she was actually licking a cactus or something. As in, bloody fricking weird. This woman ain't right in the head. Nooooooo sirrrrrrr. Silver kept looking at her weird and slightly disgusted, wondering if she would actually go for the gun. Here's hoping that she won't need her hands. Oh gods, she's licking the tip of the holster. She's sick. Or brain dead. She has to be. Too much orange folks.

TOO MUCH BLOODY ORANGE.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Shiki]

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Looking at the shocked Silver's face, En stops and smiling.

"Is everything alright, can I proceed?"

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[Silver]

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Silver raises her hands, baffled and shakes her head in disbelief.

"What are you doin'?"

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Shiki]

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Enma looks at Silver more firmly than even

"I am trying to have a sex here, what are you going?"

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[Silver]

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She sighed, attributing the current display to a hefty load of orange powder and outcast availability for intercourse. Or just a plain old rump.

"Darlin'. That ain't the way. Here, I'll teach you how. Come here."

Silver pulled her up, brushed her hair aside and started to kiss her in the neck, slowly rising to her face.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Shiki]

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Loyola would not resists the mercenary and even would close her eyes.

"I didn't know how it would go, but I decided that it's better to control your gun."

She only whispered in some degree of relaxation.

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[Silver]

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Silver smirked at the obvious jab and delivered a breath taking kiss to Loyola's mouth. Legs quivered and time diluted. Finally Silver finished and looked at Loyola, with a satisfied look.

"My gun only shoots when I tell it to, love. Let's see if we can say the same about yours."

Their lips met again, hands grabbing with passion, and kids averted their eyes. Yes, Traxit, avert your eyes. You were warned not to look.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Shiki]

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It is kinda good, but then again...

"It's not like I don't like it, my darling, but I thought that you are more wild and crazy when it comes to those things."

She moved back a little to look right in her eyes.

"I am slightly disappointed, my love."

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[Silver]

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Silver rose an eyebrow at the obvious play and grab coming from Enma. Expected, wanted but not really what she was aiming at.

"What can I say, squidface.. I ain't keen on letting go with a client. Who knows, someone might enter that door, with their guns tralin' yer pretty little head. That's how squids die, innit? Plus, I don't get off when people lick my hardware. I get off on other things."

That devilish grin flashed in front of Enma's face.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Shiki]

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Enma falling back a little, acting weak.

"So em..., With clients? So money, you need a money? How much? I should still have nearly 3 billions, should be enough for your ass."

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