In passions embrace, Vix clinched tightly, her fingers grasp around the forearm of her lover. In a pendulum of swaying flesh their bodies mess. Breasts in swing and bounce hovered while grinding hips thrust.
Dim lit corner stone ornaments bare witness to the flowering of this feast, on desire's plate. Racing stripe colors of mod gray and black ripped around the room on deep blue walls and metallic silver trim outlining the change cubical and the placement plane.
"Yes Yes Yes!" Vix sounded as her feverish thrusts brought her to her destination. The delivery of her orgasm with the desired amount of warm cream. Like a push of a button on response Toppy released his warm soothing fluids deep inside Vix, in unison with hers. "Mmmmmmm," she purred.
Rolling back and sprawling out spent, Vix mustered up the words in a breathless tone, "Would you be a dear and get me something to drink. I am as parched as a desert neuron."
"Of course," Tobby replied, energetically springing to his feet and jetting off to the REF. Vix lay back in heavy breath and tired muscles regaining her strength. Her short black hair seemed up and spiked. Ruffed from the rolling she rolled to her side and retrieved a cigarillo. Laid back and clicked the mini-inferno and it flamed. Glowing was her face and hands around the fire puffing to begin her cherries delight.
"Here you are," Tobby sounded while bringing a tray with a beverage and some fruit chunks. Placing the tray on the placement plane and picking up the beverage. Walked to the bed's border with a huge plastered smile, handing the drink to Vix.
"Thank You," Vix absorbed the fluid in thirsty laps and settled into another draw from her cigarillo. Tobby stood watching, smiling. "You like to play with me Tobby?" Vix asked seductively. Her bare body shined against the dark sheets she lay upon. Statue toned skinned on a long slender body.
"I like what ever you like," Tobby replied.
"Do you like it when I ride the Tobby Comet?" Vix asked with a snicker.
"Yes I do," Tobby replied unmoved from his stance. Vix drew another puff from her cigarillo. The curling swirls of slivered smoke illuminated in the dim lit room. The blast of air out Vix's mouth releasing the white cloud into the air and over the bed like a fog.
"Would you be a dear and get the change cubical ready for me?" Vix asked in a lazy note. Snuggling deeper into the bed with a long hard stretch.