A Titillating Scoop: Part 3 (M/FF)

Hopefully this is a good ending to this series. Don’t expect too much m/f stuff from from here on out.Every now and then though if situations call for it though I might be open to it.

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April had to admit that Francesca was at the peak of her game tonight. She was sat behind her on a VERY extra looking chair that held April’s arms above her head. She was suspended by her wrists while her knees comfortably rested on the arms of the chair. Her pretty feet right where the user would place their hands. April had no warning of what spots would be targeted next.

“Come on baby girl, scream for me. I said LOUDER.” Francesca continued to slowly move all ten of her nails down her victim’s strapped feet before skittering them wildly underneath the toes. When she grew tired of that she went for April’s ribs next. She stayed attendant to that spot for all he thrashing it made her do, swooning from just the sight of her pets struggling.

“HAHAAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD OH GOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA FRANCESCAHAHAAHHAAHHAAHHAAHAHHAAH! I CANT! I CAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHANT LAUGH ANY LOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHDAAAAHAHAHRE!”

Francesca stopped dancing her freshly manicured nails over the helpless reporters ribs, but only for a second. She brought those very same nails to her slave’s massive chest and began to swirl them over her vulnerable nipples. It was as if she was dialing a radio, except Francesca didn’t actually twist, but just elected to move her fingers along her sensitive tits.

“OOOOoOoOoOoOoh…~” April’s voice trembled as her body shook. God this bitch had her number. Anything that gangster wanted out of her she got with just a wiggle of her fingers. She was able to give such amazing pleasure one minute, but on the drop of a dime switch it to agonizing torment.

“You’re a terrible radio, ya know that lover? How high do I have to turn up your volume before ya listen huh? Huh? Huh?”

With each “huh” the mobstress pinched April’s nipples tighter. Each one would get another gasp from the reporter as her thighs trembled.

“Oh… O-Oh! OH! OOOOOO FRANCESCA! Y-You’re hooOOORIBLEEHEHEH.” April protested while also shamelessly basking in the pleasure she was given. Turtelli bit her lip at the comment, always turned on when April pretends to put up a fight.

“Oh no toots. Your the horrible one here. Waving that gorgeous ass in my face. Ya look SO hot! You better settle in beautiful, because tonight is going to be nothing but fun.~”

“I current agree more.” A voice boomed from the shadows of the apartment.

Francesca’s eyes widened when she saw him step out.

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