Petra Dobrev

“Unless you’d like to suck my dildo and have me fuck you up the ass here, pet.”

At the comment, Luci reached over and smacked Petra’s breast hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t presume to tell me what to do, pet. Got it?”

“Have you seen my fans? Not too long ago.” Luci returned, smirking as she took the bill, doing a line quickly, shaking her head with a grin as the high kicked in, passing it over to Petra.

“Mmm, it’s really been a while, hasn’t it?” Luci laughed, pulling away, laying back on the bed, watching Petra.

“Go ahead.” She shrugged, waving the girl off before setting up a strap on with a nice sized dildo, walking back towards the bed behind Petra, wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist, one hand moving to cup her breast, massaging it firmly.

“Good girl. Go make some lines while I get ready, then we can have some fun.”

“All you have to do is be submissive, and you’ll have all the fun you need.” Luci mused, swiping her key to open the door to her hotel room, undressing the second she passed through the door.

“The ones where I’m on top weren’t.” She smirked, winking at Petra again, hands swaying by her sides gently as she walked.

Luci smirked, leaning in a bit closer to whisper in Petra’s ear, “While you’re at it, no harm in us tasting the forbidden fruit, hm?” She suggested, smirking before walking off towards her hotel room, not even looking to see if Petra was following.

“I’d say bless your soul but that’s not my job.” Luci winked, walking up to Petra, “How about you and I go somewhere more private and have a little fun with that, hm?” She offered, smirking down at Petra.

“Smart girl.” Luci mused, smirking playfully at the girl, placing a cigarette between he lips, lighting it with a snap of her fingers. “Don’t suppose you’ve got anything harder on you?” She asked, looking into her eyes.

“If she were going to be here, you wouldn’t be.” Luci returned, looking down at her, “Punk rock, I’m guessing? Probably more into Baal or her little fucktoy.” She added, spitting out the last words as if they were acid on her tongue- which they may as well have been. “Unless you’re one of those fan girls who follow all of us because it’s the latest fad.”