In steps M. Bison, a man she may or may not remember from one special time Bayonetta had here in damnable Hotel. He was dressed as normal as ever--red uniform that hugged rippling muscles, and a red hat with the symbol emblazed upon it as usual, along with the metal plates he wore on his shins and large forearms. It seemed that even now, he was ready for a fight.
Though when he sees who it is that's been made to wait for him, a smirk of his one crosses handsome (and maybe even devilish) features. As he steps further in, a smaller man with a camera follows.
"I hope you don't mind the extra company, my dear. They won't touch, I assure you."
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.
It was a beautiful thing to see such a full-figured, lovely woman such as Bayonetta moaning and basking from the movement of his fingers as he occasionally brushes and gently grinds the butt of his palm against her clit as well.
Managing to open an eye, Bayonetta smirked at the man who was dominating her so thoroughly. "I'm just getting warmed up." Her voice is a seductive purr, even as she moans and sighs and grind her hips against the hand at her sex. Full chest bounces and moves with each little motion she makes, the cameraman almost drooling as he snaps away.
"So I can feel." He tells her, enjoying the sight of such a beautiful woman grinding and squirming against him. In her own little way she was doing a fine job of stroking his ego, even if it didn't need to be anymore than it was.
Her bouncing chest catches his eye though, and down leans Bison to press his lips to the side of a full pale breast, tongue sliding to her nipple to follow with the tip of it circling around the pink perked nub.
Though when he sees who it is that's been made to wait for him, a smirk of his one crosses handsome (and maybe even devilish) features. As he steps further in, a smaller man with a camera follows.
"I hope you don't mind the extra company, my dear. They won't touch, I assure you."
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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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"Cries like music to a man's ears."
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Her bouncing chest catches his eye though, and down leans Bison to press his lips to the side of a full pale breast, tongue sliding to her nipple to follow with the tip of it circling around the pink perked nub.
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