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"My dear," I bow politely, with a flourish of the hand and a jaunty bob of my cock before me, swaying in the perfumed air like a bulging metronome amid the coupling socialites beyond. It pulses with the beat of my heart, just beneath the breast of my immaculate silk tuxedo, the shaft making a little tick-tock to the rhythm of the couple enthusiastically pounding into your generously-lubed holes beneath.
"Sir?"
Interjecting with the faintest of coughs, I motion to you, and the tailcoatted man atop you slides his length from your lips with a swift pop, leaving only the taste of fine cabernet and thick pre-cum on your tongue.
"Thank you!"
Turning my attention back to you, all bright-eyed and smiling mischievously, I offer you my hand, snaking it around the elegantly-coiffed woman beneath you and her elegant silver-and-rubber phallus. As is only polite, she extends a hand to wrap around my own member, beginning to slather lube on it with a charmingly expert rhythm. I must decline, though, slipping thickly from her embrace and making a note to repay her with a visit from my tongue later on.
"Countess Abingdon," I purr, eyes alight. "I've been such a fan of your writing, actually, and I'm afraid that anyone who can write such scintillating prose must, of course, catch my eye eventually. If I might be so bold..."
I lean in around a particularly well-thrust cock that jolts you upward toward me, catching you around the waist and smoothing out the wrinkles in the creamy satin delight.
"... perhaps I could tempt you in being your escort for this little soirée? Major Lockwood, my muse, and the pleasure is thoroughly mine."
The dripping tip of my arousal brushes your thigh, and I have to succumb to decorum, parting my legs chivalrously to allow a lass in octarine velvet to run her lips along my length. Shaking a little in pleasure, I fight distraction- tonight, I have eyes only for you.
"And even," I whisper conspiratorially, "we might go somewhere a little more private."
... yeah. As the title says. A departure from form, but still laden with that sweet vanilla of romance beneath all the kink. Part of a writing challenge for myself to set a romance in any setting.
Speaking of kinks, for this one: Romance, kissing, giving and receiving oral, a casually polite attitude about sex, consent, shades of exhibitionism, initially, and fine costuming.
Limits: Rape, commode things, being uncouth.
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