Fallout: Evie - Erotic Danse (Patreon)

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Danse stammered, his throat dry, his groin throbbing.

Evie smirked. “Stammering, soldier? I guess I’ll just have to deal with this myself.”

Her hips began to sway, her history as a burlesque dancer coming into play as they began to rock, then roll, as he lowered herself over him and then back up. Her gloved hands caressed her body, her eyes locked on his. His eyes were locked on her stomach.

She turned away from him with a twirl, continuing her erotic dance, as Danse writhed beneath her in his rope bonds. She bent over and slowly raised herself, hands trailing up her calves and thighs, her sides to her breasts. She turned back, Danse’s mouth was now far from dry. He was almost drowning under his drool. She bounced her breasts in her hands, causing his eyes to snap back up.

“I think I’ve tortured you long enough, soldier. It’s time for you to take the wheel. What do you want to do?"