Shtick Tag (Completed)

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I was right.

"I already warned you not to stare on my ass."

Such a wonderful greeting from this beauty.. He surely knows even with his back facing me.

"Nice bruises there.."

"Thanks.."

A really stubborn one.

I pulled out my cigarettes pack, got one and walked to him..

"Lighter?"

"Come closer to me."

I followed and he shifted to lean meeting the cigarettes to lit the other..

My eyes automatically roam around his face.

Pale skin.. Almond eyes.. Luscious lips..

And.. Dimples.

"Your face doesn't suit your mouth.."

I commented making his eyes dart to mine as he answered..

"Does my mouth suits your dick then?"

He's crazy..

"I like that.."

"You like it?"

"Yeah.."

I then felt his fingers lingered to my chest as he tiptoed and whispered..

"You know my price.."

Yeah..

And at that very moment..

I knew..

Meeting him that day must be a curse from all the sins I did..

"Aren't you expensive?"

"You're questioning my tag?"

He inhaled deeper, and exhaled releasing the smoke as he closed his eyes savoring the passing buzz of pleasure from the burning on his throat..

"I already made the payment. Want to go inside the room and check before disposal?"

He threw a lustful smirk deepening his dimples.

"I can't promise my gift for you would not be gruesome.."

Satisfaction was written all over his face as he kept his silence.

"You like.. Ugly things, right?"

I added and this evil laughed masking how the sensation thrilled him with tears starting to cloud his eyes as he took my palm, licked it, and uttered still chuckling..

"Definitely.. I really.. Really.. Like it.."

Before extinguishing his cigarette on the same hand he's holding..

"I really like ugly pieces of shit."