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Léana raised her head, intrigued and suspicious.
- Which ?
Fishlegs slowly got up, approached her and began to circle around her like a predator savoring its prey. Léana observed him, disturbed, her heart beating a little harder without her really understanding why. Suddenly, Fishlegs stopped behind her and gave her a light but firm slap on the buttocks, making her jump. Then his hands slid down to caress them with insistent gentleness.
Léana quickly pulled away, her cheeks burning. —It's not going well, is it?
Fishlegs laughed softly, a deep, amused laugh.
— Come on, it's not like I'm asking you for the moon, Léana. And anyway, it's not like you're cheating on a boyfriend or a husband... since you don't have one." He finished in a teasing tone, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Léana did not respond immediately, biting her lip to hide her confusion. Fishlegs crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised.
— Don't tell me you have someone...
Léana widened her eyes for a moment, but quickly recovered, feigning forced laughter.
— Me?! Ah, stop making me laugh, Fishlegs! Me, men are just a hobby. We fuck, and then good riddance.
Fishlegs moved a little closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"So why would sleeping with me be any different?"
Léana hesitated, her body betraying a tension that she was trying to hide. - It's just that I don't want to, right now.
Fishlegs shook his head, a seductive smile on his lips.
— Come on, Léana, it would do you good. Besides, you've never tasted my cock, and I'm sure you would like it. And I promise you that after that, I will let you see the clairvoyant whenever you want.
Léana showed an amused smile, masking her inner dilemma.
— Really? Just for that, would you let me see the clairvoyant whenever I want?
Fishlegs nodded, his eyes boring into hers.—
Yes.
Léana laughs softly, provocatively.
"Are you so desperate for my pussy?"
Fishlegs shrugged his shoulders, a glint of desire in his eyes.
— Let's just say I've heard a lot about your exploits in bed. I would like to discover them for myself.
Léana bit her inner lip, weighing the pros and cons. *I really need this clairvoyant. I want to know the identity of this person who changed my Klaus... Well, just two or three moves, and I will have the long-term clairvoyant.*
She huffed, resigned but with a hint of pent-up excitement, then turned around. In one smooth motion, she pulled down her panties and lifted her skirt, exposing her bare, plump buttocks, spreading her legs slightly.
— Come on then, let's get this over with.
Fishlegs, seeing this, felt a wave of excitement wash over him, but he shook his head with an amused tone.
— No, not like that.
Léana turned around, surprised and annoyed.
—What?
Fishlegs crossed his arms, relishing his power.
— You heard me correctly.
Léana rolled her eyes, exasperated.
- You told me to give you my pussy, I'll give it to you, and you do your whims!
Fishlegs laughed, approaching again.
— I have the right to do so, don't I? I'll give you the help of my psychic for whenever you want, so you're supposed to bend to my every whim.
Léana rolled her eyes, annoyed but intrigued.
— Very well, what do you want?
Fishlegs approached, his voice dropping an octave.
— Well, foreplay. If we draw the wine too quickly, there will be no pleasure. Now, I'm supposed to have fun.
Léana sighed, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Very well, do what you want. You can touch me everywhere and do whatever you want. However, I say good luck making me cum... Ultimately, making me moan.
Fishlegs showed an amused look, a challenge in his eyes.
— Is this a challenge you're giving me?
Léana, in a provocative tone, challenged him with her gaze.
—Why not?