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I also saw some overly Botoxed cougars on the prowl, keeping their boy toys on a leash. Some were literal—boys on leashes panting around on all fours behind their cougar Doms.
And I’m about one hundred and ten percent sure that I saw a gold-toothed Fabio partying with some showgirls as we entered the casino. That man is fucking timeless, and I admit, he’s impressive, too.
Though nothing can pull my attention away or stop me from wanting to devour the real bodice ripper cover that’s in my mouth. Fabio’s hot, well, back then, but not as hot as Brandon. He can make me come with a single glance, I swear.
It’s obvious this place is made for sin, and so, like the southern belle that I am, I’ll obey the requested decorum. On my knees. And what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
I tease his shaft with my tongue and massage his balls with my hands as he puts more coins into the slot machine.
“I’d love to see your card tricks,” I purr against his cock.
It twitches, and his hips thrust into my mouth.
“God, I’m coloring up!”
“Do it. Fucking take your advantage.” I pull him into my mouth again and slowly peel him out.
“Do you like making bets? Do you like it when I make you feel like a high-roller?” I tease him, letting my teeth gently graze his sensitive skin.
“Fuck…yes. I’m firing!”
He keeps pulling the lever down, and the symbols continue to scroll. Each time they don’t match, but he acts as if they do.
He moans as I thrust his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking my way up and down his thickness. I knead his balls and feel them tense in my hands. His thighs begin to shake, and a wince escapes his lips as I suck on his head like a lollipop.
“Mysti! Fuck, your mouth is fucking magic.” He seethes.
“Magic? I think we call it luck here.” I tease him, and swallow him again, more aggressively.
I stroke him up and down, sucking. I lick up every gush of precum, and when my tongue travels along his vein, his body stills.
“I’m going to fucking explode.”
“Come in me. I want your juice.” I wink.
He grabs my head, grinds into my mouth, and erupts.
“Come join us for Dirty Bingo in five minutes! All are welcome to get their hands a little dirty, and, hopefully, reach their own pleasurable jackpot,” someone over the speaker system announces, luckily covering up Brandon’s orgasm.
As people get up from their seats, or wherever they’re at, spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. The laughter and chatter get closer and louder as I swallow, lingering over the taste of his sweet saltiness.
His body shudders against me, and my mouth pumps his cock, milking him.
Distracting anyone from the show I’m putting on below, he reaches for the lever one last time and pulls it down.
I rub his inner thighs, feeling them relax underneath my skin, and his cock pulses against my tongue as the cum empties out of him.
The symbols move, and I clean him up, licking every last drop of his creamy juices.
He pulls me into his lap, and I straddle him, ignoring the wondering eyes staring at us. I lean against the machine and feel the vibration of it singing. He grabs my head and captures my lips, kissing me, long and hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and press his body against mine, intensifying our make out.
We continue to kiss, tasting and teasing each other as the people pile around us, waiting in line to go into bingo.
He breaks our lips apart, our breathing heavy, and nibbles at my ear. “Looks like I just hit the jackpot,” he whispers.
I smile, and slide off him. He quickly tucks himself back into his pants, and swivels around to stand next to me.
“Up for a game of dirty bingo?” I ask, playing with the hem of his shirt.
“How can I resist? I’ll take any chance I have to get dirty with you.”
