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[l_femmefatale]

Who: Lilah
When: September 15th 11PM
Where: Sunnydale's Sleezy Hotel - Lilah Morgan's room
Invited: Oliver, Will

"...both of you gentlemen will be in need of legal representation," Lilah drawled, swiping the key card to her room. The green light on the electronic lock went on, and her door clicked open.  "If the owner of that club catches up with you."

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[elias1]

Will took the bucket from Lilah, with a slight frown on his face. He'd already used quite a bit of energy tossing a chunk of his own aura at Oliver, and now he had to pull moisture from the air, and shape it into cubes. This was going to be hard

[l_femmefatale]

Attitude indulgent, an amused smile upon her lips, Lilah casually strolled over to Will. "Do you need a little help? Because magic isn't exactly my strong suit," she said with a husky laugh.

"There's an ice machine down the hall if this is too much fuss," Lilah concluded.

[elias1]

He smirked, as she sauntered over to him. gently, he took her hand, and put it over the bucket, his over hers.

"Don't worry about it. I just need a Medium right now," he said to her, his eyes still rolled into the back of his head. A bright, clear, light came from both of there hands, and ice cubes began jumping out of Lilah's palm, very quickly.

Soon, the bucket was three quarters full, and the light died off, the flow of ice stopping. Will continued to hold Lilah's hand as he came back to himself, and he rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand.

"How's that?" He asked, smiling.

[static_ollie]

Oliver nodded at Lilah as he agreed to open the bottle. He tended to the bottle and removed the wire protector around it, making sure that he aimed away from present company into any other direction to avoid possible mishaps. As he held the bottle he noticed that it was chilled at the right temperature; “Perfect,” he thought “that’s when you appreciate its heavenly savor.” He then gripped the neck of the bottle firmly in one hand and the cork in the other. Using slow but firm motions he gently twisted the cork out of the bottle causing a slight sound, ‘pop

[static_ollie]

Oliver ran his hands down Lilah’s arm, moving his fingers down her succulent curves, making her quiver with his touch. He set aside her hair, revealing her bare back, inhaling her sweet perfume in the process. He placed his lips on her shoulder, leaving a trail of soft kisses, gradually caressing her body, exciting pleasure.

One hand strayed to her thighs, casually stroking her velvet skin as his hand made its way slowly to her warm center. With her back to him, there was no denying Oliver enjoyed the view she provided.

Her gyrations caused his manhood to increasingly pulsate through his trunks. He swiftly removed his clothing obstacles revealing his prominent and thick shaft jutted upright. Taking his swollen rod into his hand, he guided it and pressed into the split of her buttocks, teasing her entrance, but not giving her the full satisfaction, just yet.

[l_femmefatale]

The brush of Oliver's cock against her buttocks ravaged Lilah's self-control, and her mouth opened to release a throaty moan, taking Will into her mouth with a whorish eagerness. Oh, too much, so good-

Lilah's buttocks rose and rolled suggestively back, demanding, aggressive, supplicant, begging for penetration and violation. To be used. Abused. She had an aching pussy eager to be filled. She needed-

To be fucked.

Red fingernails drove into the sinew and flesh of Will's buttocks, breaking skin to leave bloody half moons, drawing him toward her open mouth. Her lips closed over the head of the young man's shaft, lips forming a tight seal, her cheeks sucking hard, tongue massaging across the slit.

[elias1]

Will moaned as Lilah took him into her mouth, and began to suckle him, her silken tongue gliding over the slit on the head of his shaft. He then took a pained, inward gasp, as she dug her nails into him, breaking skin, and drawing blood. Thinking that she wouldn't listen to him otherwise, he wrapped his hand in her hair, and gave a small, sharp, jerk.

"Not so hard, my little Vixen. You don't want me to," he leaned down, and brushed her clit with his fingertips, giving her a light tease of things to come, "Leave, do you?" He asked, a sly grin on his face.

[static_ollie]

Oliver knew she desired it, but he decided to tease her just a bit more. As the saying goes ‘an eye for an eye.’ His hand caressed the split of her labia as he dexterously drove two fingers deep inside the soft folds of her flesh. He held it there for a moment.

He pulled her away from Will, momentarily, leaning her back towards him as he soon began to place titillating kisses up her neck. As his warm lips found her ear he suckled on them lightly. “You’re very wet,” he whispered in a deep husky voice, “And very ready for me.”

Letting her go, he held his engorged groin up against the entrance of her sex, brushing up on it, ready to penetrate it. Quickly, his bone hard length glided inside, slipping through her wet folds, filling it with his member. His hands held her hip on both sides for better posture, as it helped his thrusts grow more profound by the stroke.