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Zane could feel her wetness, on his tongue, on his lips, in his beard. And she tasted so damn good. He couldn't get enough. He was normally an ass man, and every so often he'd let his tongue drag just that little bit higher to tease her crinkled little asshole, but he was quickly becoming addicted to the taste of her arousal. Then as he was bringing his tongue back down from her asshole, he felt something different. Was that...? Seemed like the girl was so worked up she was needing to slide her own fingers into herself, and now she was begging him to be inside her. His mouth stopped, his hand came up to her wrist, and pulled her hand away from between her thighs. "You don't fucking touch. You understand? I'll decide when that pretty little hole gets more than my mouth," he growled, giving her ass a harder slap, before he began to tongue her once more.

Lilith gave up speaking and, after a few more strokes of his tongue, gave up thinking. Anyone could walk past her little shop and would either think someone was having the best sex of their life or being kidnapped. The way Lili called out and begged was hardly as embarrassing as how wet she was. Her juices and his saliva were dripping down her thighs and his chin. Whether he knew it or not, he'd brought her to the edge and was keeping her there. The touch starved seamstress was shaking, her pussy clenching unsatisfied around nothing and her small fingers went between her legs, brushing her clit before dipping into her tight center. Lilith had to lean away just a little to do so, but she felt his tongue brush her finger and it only turned her on more. Wondering if he'd be mad or watch her, Lilith didn't hesitate to cross another line, "Need you here. Please."

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Travis wasn't taken aback, per say, by the woman's response. But it certainly wasn't the sort of response he was used to when faced with women. This one was, something else. Her whole demeanor was different. And then she told him why she was there. It took him a second before he remembered Zane bringing someone with him last night. "Oh right... you're here for Zane's new little thing?" Travis chuckled, watching as the dark haired woman took a seat at the bar. She was forward, he'd give her that. Even with her own comment about him, too. "I know for a fact Zane ain't up. So the little mouse probably ain't had the courage to wander out here all on her own yet. Let me go and grab her." The club had purchased both the bar and property next door, so after heading through the back of the bar, he made his way through the less-than-legal doorway in the wall connecting both buildings, and soon found himself outside Zane's room. He was about to knock when... Returning to the bar, he chuckled as he made his way to the drinks, grabbing a couple of shot glasses and pouring two whiskeys. He placed one down in front of the woman. "She'll be a little while."

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Taney swung her leg over the bike, looking around the clubhouse her sister had sent a location to. Tanes had her own ties to an MC, but the McKenzies were back in Hell's Kitchen where her own business was. Taking care of Lilith had become a shared responsibility between Taney and Knox, sometimes even Whitney, but Taney could only assume trouble when it was her that Lili had asked for a ride. She set her own helmet on her bike and walked in with her hands in her pockets, fingers thumbing one of many knives she carried. "Well, don't you sound delighted to see someone." She laughed her tittered, wicked little laugh and kept closing the distance to him.

"Oh trust me, I'm aware. A certain little plum haired, doe eyed fucking idiot is here and I came to collect her from whatever play time she's engaging in with one of your brothers. Care to point me in the right direction?" In all her confidence and the grace of someone that was used to hoping into bar stools too tall for someone her hight, she gracefully popped onto a seat in front of him, her green eyes studying him curiously, the corner of her mouth twitching into a dimpled smirk. "I guess I can see it though. If he looks like you, I mean."

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"God fucking damnit," Travis muttered under his breath. He was behind the bar when he heard the door to the clubhouse opening, and tossed the dishrag onto the back of the counter as he turned around to see who was coming in. It was much too early in the morning for any of his brothers that had gone out last night to be back yet, and the ones that were staying in the club definitely weren't up yet. He was always the first to rise. Came from his time in the military. Something he could never shake. The club had moved to New York from LA about eighteen months back, and bought themselves an old run down bar. They were still fixing it up, but to stop the locals who were used to the place being their local watering hole from wandering in, they'd put a tarpaulin sheet over the 'Bar' sign out front. It had probably been blown off again by the wind last night, and now some local alcoholic looking for an early morning drink was probably thinking they'd found just the place for it. "We're closed," he said, glancing up and down at the woman who had stepped inside. "Though to be honest, we ain't even really a bar," he told her. She was... well, damn. She was alright.

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It didn't take him long to have his clothes off, though a few times he found himself almost losing balance and falling over. He was quickly joining Reine in the shower, and so very close to her. Naturally, having seen her as she was, and the way she brushed up against him to tease him, he was already feeling the effects of it. Seemed like the alcohol was doing nothing to stop the rising.

He didn't understand the French, of course, but handing him the soap and turning her back to him, it was very clear what she was requesting from him. His hands were gentle as they rubbed the soap over her back, from her shoulders, down to her lower back, and then... lower still.

"You like what you see?" he asked, as she glanced over her shoulder at him. He was looking up to her, currently crouching down and level with her backside.

Reine ran her hands over her breasts, tracing the lines of hot water washing over her. She grinned at the biker as he undressed and followed her into the shower. Her hands hungrily reached for his arms as she pretended to turn him against the cool tiles to 'squeeze past him' for the soap. There were various bottles but she chose a scent that wasn't so floral as to mortify the man back out of her bathroom. Reine worked the licked over her breasts and in her hands, bubbles forming and sliding down her body. Grinning as she pinched her nipples, her hands went lower still, whimpering as she slid them between her slick folds. As far as she knew, Channing couldn't speak her native tongue, but it wouldn't stop her from seeing if he could pluck out a few words when she spoke. Spinning around, she pulled her hair over her shoulder and passed him the soap to wash her back... or rather to get him to grab her ass. "Do you know how thin the walls of our apartments are? Have you ever heard me touching myself thinking about you?" Looking over her shoulder at him with a smirk, she let her eyes rake down his body. "You really should wear less more often."

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His hands slipped around her thighs to hold the from of them. I didn't really matter what she was saying, that she begged him not to stop, that she wanted to know how he... something... or was telling him that she was thinking... something.

He'd do as he pleased and he'd stop eating her when he was good and ready.

She was perfectly smooth, and his tongue teased and lapped and flicked against her sex over and over, his eyes closed as he focused on pleasuring her.

One of his hands only slipped back around behind to give her backside another squeeze and slap.

"I... I dunno?" She stammered, still shocked by her own behavior. That same delighted gasp passing her lips when he spanked her again a little harder. Just as she was about to say she'd never done anything like this before his tongue was teasing her and his beard tickled at her sensitive inner thighs. "Oh God! Please, please don't stop." The same quickly gave way to pleasure and Lilith was arching back into his mouth. "Holy crap. How do you-" Her words were clipped off by need whimpers and pants as the strangers tongue worked her into a tizzy faster than anyone or anything ever had before. "I think... I..." Words failed her as her whimpers turned to loud moans and her pussy begged to be filled, clenching needly around nothing, leaving her just a little too unsatisfied to find her release- a relief given how quickly the entire scenario had worked her up.

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Channing wouldn't have put it past Reine to encourage him to take a shower to see him naked. She seemed very much into being sexually free that way. What he hadn't expected was for her to lead the charge herself. He began to follow her as she encouraged him to come along, but it soon became clear that she'd be showering too. Stopping in the doorway to her bedroom, Channing watched as her clothing ended up in her hamper and she stood naked in front of him.

And with barely a moment to admire her form, she was already climbing into the shower and letting the water cascade over her. He hadn't moved, just standing there, watching her, until she pointed it out. And as soon as she did, he was pulling off his boots and socks and pants and cut and top. "Just... coming," he muttered, eyes never really leaving her.

Nudity and boundaries were not something that Reine had ever made a big deal about. She found American conservatism comical. "It does sound nice, doesn't it?" With a wicked grin she walked right past him again, another cheeky glance over her shoulder, "Well, are you coming then?"

The music was still playing through the small apartment as she walked away and through her bedroom door. Reine left it wide open as she peeled off her scant clothing and tossed it into the hamper before looping back to the bathroom. "Were you expecting to do this alone? You can hardly stand up." Her tone was all teasing. She'd certainly seen him and plenty others far more drunk. Nevertheless, she climbed in, still humming along to the music as the water gave a quick blast of icy cold water that pebbled her skin before warming. She'd always loved that jolt awake and the comfort that came after. A slow moan passed her lips and she opened her eyes to find him watching her. "Enjoying the show?"

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