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Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-02 08:52 am (UTC)(link)The winner approached Benny and Swank to collect her prize, a hefty sum of caps staked by the Tops. And Benny finally managed to look further up her body than just her tits. He nearly fell over when he found himself face to face with the courier, her expression both amused and mocking. She'd fought her way across the Mojave, through the Legion, tearing up everything in her way; he rarely saw her in anything but armor. He'd hardly ever even thought of her as female.
But wow, now he couldn't think of anything else.
She put her forefinger beneath his chin and closed his mouth. "So, do I get my prize?" she purred.
He didn't trust his voice. He nodded instead.
She took a tiny step forward, not touching, but close enough that her hair and shirt dripped onto his shoes. Not that he minded. "Do you think," she asked, glancing downward with faux shyness, her voice soft and breathy, "that I could trade in my prize for something else?"
He finally spoke. "What'd you have in mind, Pussycat?"
She leaned into him, slipping one arm under his jacket to wrap around his waist and settling her hand on his shoulder blade, her body pushed against him so that she soaked his shirtfront and forced her breasts to swell up between them as if she were wearing a corset. Her other hand dropped between their hips and she caressed his balls and cock through his pants. She leaned up and nibbled at his jawline.
He tossed the bag of caps back to Swank without looking at him. "Give that to Cass. It's the second place award now." Then he wrapped his arms around the courier and pulled her in even more tightly. "'Cause girl, you just won yourself the finest thing in this town."
She stroked him again, smiling as she felt the length of him grown hard now. "You know, Benny," she said, her eyes meeting his, "for once, I think you might be telling the truth."
Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-06 01:29 am (UTC)(link)Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-07 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 04:16 am (UTC)(link)She howled happily and spun in a circle; a soldier grabbed at her ass and she punched him to the ground without skipping a beat in her happy dance.
Oh Cass. Trust her to start beating people down at a wet t-shirt competition.
Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3
(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 04:09 am (UTC)(link)(Cass is a trip. I love her.)
(My captcha had a word starting with "tit." How appropriate.)
Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3
(Anonymous) 2014-09-01 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)Captcha says 'walk the walk'- I think the ladies did that and then some, haha...
Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3
(Anonymous) 2014-09-02 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)Glad you liked!
Re: 1st annual New Vegas wet t-shirt contest Part 3
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