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Poison Ivy On My Private Parts
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Poison Ivy On My Private Parts In our last episode, Bruce Wayne attended an acquisition meeting where Wayne Enterprises was purchasing a rival company. Our hero, Bruce was quite taken with an auburn haired attorney for the opposition. While attending the meeting, the auburn haired vixen, Pamela Isley, began stroking Mr. Wayne's leg under the table with her foot. This caused Mr. Wayne to increase his offer for the other company. Offer accepted, Bruce invited Ms. Isley to dinner to celebrate. I called my office assistant and ordered my limousine be waiting in the underground parking garage. I escorted Pamela to my private elevator in at the back of the building. No sooner had the doors shut than she pushed me up against the elevator wall and kissed me deeply. Her close proximity allowed me to smell her perfume. It was a mix of citrus and flowery scents. Her hair smelled of strawberries. The perfume was intoxicating. Leaving me slightly dizzy even. But her lips tasted of berries and I kissed her back. She parted her lips and her tongue searched for mine. She was delicious Her hands were busy working the button to my suit jacket. Once past that she ran her hands up my chest and then back down and around me and up my back. Between kisses and gasping for air I managed to get out, "You don't waste any time, do you my dear?" My hands were running up her hips and over her firm ass. "I have plans for you Mr. Wayne," she said. "Please...I think we are on a first name basis at this point, don't you?" I asked. She let out a cross between a snicker and a grunt and then reached for the zipper of my trousers. My eyebrows raised in surprise. This just kept getting better and better I thought to myself as she reached into my pants and fondled my hardening cock. I hadn't even pushed the parking garage button to send us down yet. I was giving myself some props for insisting on my own private elevator. She continued to stroke and fondle me as she pulled my hardening member out of my fly. She backed away a step, reached down to her skirt and hiked it up before bending over at the waste and taking my hard cock into her mouth. My hands ventured down toward her creamy white ass cheeks exposed by her T-back thong. She had a few freckles on her ass cheeks that made me want to play connect the dots with my tongue. Her mouth was hot, wet, and she knew how to use her tongue as she slid it down my hard shaft. Her hand gripped the base of my cock and lightly began stroking me. My hands reached around to the back of her head as she begin to rhythmically bob her mouth on my cock. She looked up at me with those emerald green eyes and could see what she was putting me through by the expression on my face. Her other hand fished its way through my fly to tickle my balls. She was moaning, I was moaning. My fingers were pushing their way through the hair on the back of her head when I came across it. It was a small rose bud. Where the hell had that come from? That's when I noticed Pamela's purse on the floor. It was open and inside appeared to be some sort of small potted plant. What an odd thing to keep in one's purse I thought. Pamela began stroking and sucking my cock in earnest and my mind immediately went back to matter at hand and away from the purse. My eyes rolled back in my head as my eyes closed enjoying her exceptional skills in the art of fellatio. Because of this I hadn't noticed the vines as they began to grow and creep at a phenomenal rate up my legs and snaking their way around my wrists until it was too late. The sudden constriction of the vines around my limbs brought me back to reality and opened my eyes. I was suddenly pushed by them into the wall of the elevator. I struggled but couldn't break them. "What the hell is this!" I shouted. Pamela had raised up and was looking at me with a devilish smile. She reached over and pushed the button for the parking garage. "It's a kidnapping Mr. Wayne." Flowers and vinery began to grow out of Pamela Isley's head in much the same way as the vines grew out of the purse. "Wayne Enterprises is going to pay for its crimes against the environment or my name isn't Poison Ivy" Holy coitus interruptus! Will our hero be allowed to finish or will he die from a case of blue balls? Who is Poison Ivy and what is her plan? Who will save Bruce Wayne? Tune in next time kiddos. Same Batchannel. Pax!  Just Another Geek on Adult Dating zone |
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