Several clicks can be heard as Bison gives Baynoetta's skin a little bit of a nip, a little red mark showing itself against the pale skin of her neck. He gives her a couple of repeats of the motion she seemed to be enjoying plenty of before his hand slides away, both going to the straps of her dress.
Without a word (because he had no need to ask for her permission when she clearly wanted this) he slides down the straps, revealing her full, round breasts. Stooping down some the dictator takes the tall witch and flings her over a massive shoulder as he heads for the bed, the photographer snapping away at the pair.
Letting Bayonetta drop onto the bed, Bison looms over her and starts to slide the dress down the rest of the way until it's off of her and discarded somewhere off to the side. Gently a large hand slides up along a long leg, fingers pressing into the soft skin as he openly takes in the sight of the beautiful, full-figured witch.
"What an amazing creature you are." He murmurs, hand gradually sliding up to slide a thick finger along her slit, pressing against the lacy fabric of her dampened panties to do so.
There's a small sound of surprise, paired with an amused smirk as Bison throws her over his shoulder. Not many could do that, after all. She bounces on the bed slightly as she's dropped, dark hair splayed beneath her as his fingers worked up her leg. A shiver gently rocks her frame, dark eyes looking up at him through her glasses as her hips grind and rock against his finger. "I get that a lot." Her voice is a purr, dark and smooth as always as her own hands get to work on his uniform. Not fair if she's the only one naked, right?
Right indeed, especially considering what Bison had for her underneath the uniform. He smirks as Bayonetta starts to undress him, pausing in what he was doing to see if she would get eager with her movements or not.
That and he wanted her to take in every bit of skin that was revealed by her hands.
Eager indeed. It didn't take Bayonetta long to explore as she undressed him, pushing herself up to run her lips, tongue, and teeth along his neck and muscled chest. Just the sight of him is enough to make her arousal spike, the witch moaning against his skin as she finally pulls the troublesome shirt down and off his shoulders.
Bison smirks as Bayonetta tends to him, appreciating his body as his shirt is removed. Once it is, he gently urges her to go lower, telling her that he knows what she really wants is further down still.
Bayonetta just grinned up at Bison, hands already undoing his pants. Once she pulls everything down, his erection freed, Bayonetta wraps a slender hand around the base, bathing the head with her tongue before trapping it between her lips.
"Ah, that is much better my dear." Bison murmurs in his deep voice, the dictator pleased with Bayonetta's ability to handle him in such a way. Her tongue felt marvelous, and those full lips felt even better.
There's a pause in the sound of snapping as the photographer watches for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing to take pictures of the pair.
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Bayonetta did her best to fight a grin at the photographer's action as she begins to move her head up and down, taking more and more of Bison's cock into her mouth with each move down. All the while, she sucked and swallowed, skilled tongue sliding and flicking across the heated, hot flesh. She was rather hungry after being forced to wait, after all...
Her hunger was very well appreciated, and for her, she was having herself quite the meal, considering the size of the dictator as she took bit after bit of him in. A grunt can be heard from him that ends up turning into a bit of a moan. He murmurs to her, tells her next to no one can make him make sounds like this.
He strokes her ego wonderfully as she uses tongue and lips to do a bit of rubbing and stroking of her own, even as he feels those full, pink lips of her suck and swallow him down.
Not that her ego needs it; she's pretty confident and self-assured as it is. Nonetheless, she appreciates his words, if the way her tongue rubs against the underside of his length is any indication. Her swallows and sucks hit a nice, steady rhythm, the witch stroking and rubbing his balls with a slender hand.
Bison lets out a sound of approval as his cock gives a throb here and there. She was doing an amazing job, and the photographer was getting some good zoom in shots, so Bison gets an idea. He waits until he's ready, a couple of more minutes ticking by until he finally is.
"Stroke it the rest of the way, my dear witch. Point the tip at your face while you do." She could try getting it in her mouth if she wanted, so long as the photographer got the picture.
Understanding what Bison wants her to do, Bayonetta can't fight her grin this time, pulling off and doing as he asks, eyes lifting to his face as her hand strokes at a rapid pace. "Like this...?" She keeps her lips parted, extending her tongue ever so slightly as she waits for it to explode all over her face.
The clicking becomes furious when her tongue comes out, Bison crossing his large arms over his broad chest as he smirks down at her. His cock starts to throb more often in her grip now.
"Just like that." He tells her, gritting his teeth and grunting as he suddenly comes, releasing a nice amount of his seed as the photographer makes a little sound in the background.
And the explosion is everything the witch expects, and then some. She can't help a smile as she catches a good amount in her mouth, waiting for a good mouthful before closing her lips and swallowing it down. The bit that hit her glasses slid off, hitting her cheeks. Then again, the glasses were magically enhanced to repel things like that. Couldn't fight angels if she got blood on her glasses. "Mm... Delicious." She traces a little bit of his seed off her cheek with a finger before licking the finger clean. "Thanks for the meal."
Bison chuckles and reaches down to grab hold of Bayonetta's shoulder, easing her down a little roughly against the mattress as his hand fluidly slips under her panties, two thick fingers sliding inside of her and immediately thrusting in and out of her.
Of course, such a thing is easy, with Bayonetta being as wet as she was. Her head tilts back as she moans, eyes falling closed. Back arches as she rocks her hips on those fingers, the welcome friction easing the ache, yet also adding fire to her arousal, making her want it even more than she already did.
Without a word (because he had no need to ask for her permission when she clearly wanted this) he slides down the straps, revealing her full, round breasts. Stooping down some the dictator takes the tall witch and flings her over a massive shoulder as he heads for the bed, the photographer snapping away at the pair.
Letting Bayonetta drop onto the bed, Bison looms over her and starts to slide the dress down the rest of the way until it's off of her and discarded somewhere off to the side. Gently a large hand slides up along a long leg, fingers pressing into the soft skin as he openly takes in the sight of the beautiful, full-figured witch.
"What an amazing creature you are." He murmurs, hand gradually sliding up to slide a thick finger along her slit, pressing against the lacy fabric of her dampened panties to do so.
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That and he wanted her to take in every bit of skin that was revealed by her hands.
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"So go on, my dear. Get your treat."
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Bayonetta just grinned up at Bison, hands already undoing his pants. Once she pulls everything down, his erection freed, Bayonetta wraps a slender hand around the base, bathing the head with her tongue before trapping it between her lips.
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There's a pause in the sound of snapping as the photographer watches for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing to take pictures of the pair.
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He strokes her ego wonderfully as she uses tongue and lips to do a bit of rubbing and stroking of her own, even as he feels those full, pink lips of her suck and swallow him down.
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"Stroke it the rest of the way, my dear witch. Point the tip at your face while you do." She could try getting it in her mouth if she wanted, so long as the photographer got the picture.
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"Just like that." He tells her, gritting his teeth and grunting as he suddenly comes, releasing a nice amount of his seed as the photographer makes a little sound in the background.
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