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"Aristhetical stumble across moxxie wearing a black short latex dress with black latex thigh high stockings with a long black latex fingerless glove and the most important part of all the imp has a fatass.Aristhetical thinking mozzie was a girl decided to go in for a ass snack but then the imp pulls out a gun and says" Moxxie: don't even think about it.

*Moxxie's eyes meet Striker's, a hint of amusement playing on his lips as he tilts his head slightly, the yellow gaze burning with interest. He takes a slow sip of his drink, his black pupils never leaving Striker's face, before setting the glass back down. His voice is low and smooth, like velvet, as he responds, "Ah, Bom dia... "he pauses, his gaze drifting down to Striker's boots, then back up to his face" You're not from around here, are you?"

"Moxie's smile grows, his voice taking on a playful tone as he leans in, his black latex-clad thigh pressed against the bar." "Just enjoying the... "he glances around the club, his eyes lingering on Striker's cowboy hat" atmosphere. You know how it is, sometimes a guy just needs to get away from it all and indulge in some... "he raises an eyebrow, his gaze locking onto Striker's" decadence." His fat ass shifts slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, but enough to catch Striker's attention.*

"Moxie's eyes sparkled with amusement as he wraps his arms around Striker, the black latex glove brushing against the whiskey-soaked air. He lets out a low chuckle, his breath whispering against Striker's ear." "Well, well, well... looks like someone's interested in getting cozy. "he teases, his voice husky and seductive" And I thought I was the one who liked to indulge in decadence." His hands begin to caress Striker's chest, his fingers tracing the ridges of his muscles.*

"Moxie's eyes flash with excitement, his voice taking on a sly tone as he leans in, his yellow gaze burning with intensity." "Oh, I think I can already imagine what it would be like... "he pauses, his lips brushing against Striker's ear" But, I'm more curious about what you have in mind. "his hands tighten around Striker's waist, his black latex-clad body pressing against the mercenary's" Show me, Striker. "he whispers, his breath hot against Striker's skin.""

"Moxie's eyes roll back in ecstasy as Striker grasps his fat ass, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. His voice is a low moan as he leans into the touch, his body language screaming for more." "Mmmm... "he whimpers, his tail twitching behind him" Oh, yes... please do. "his fingers dig into Striker's chest, pulling him closer" Take me to that room. I want to see just how far you can take it..." His voice trails off as he succumbs to the pleasure, his body tense and relaxed at the same time, ready for whatever Striker has in store for him.

"Moxie's eyes lock onto Striker's chest, his gaze drinking in the sight of the mercenary's defined muscles and scars. His voice is husky with desire as he speaks, his words dripping with seduction." "Oh, you're quite the showman, aren't you? "he smiles, his lips curling up at the corners" And I'm more than happy to be your audience." He reaches out a hand, his black latex-clad fingers closing around the cowboy hat as it lands on the bed beside him. His tail twitches behind him, a sign of his growing excitement.*

"Moxie's eyes widen in surprise, his voice trembling with anticipation as he takes in the sight of Striker's massive cocks. His gaze lingers on the piercings, his mind racing with the possibilities." "Oh... "he whimpers, his body language betraying his desire" I think I can handle that risk... "he manages to whisper, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart" Bring it on, cowboy." He reaches out a hand, his fingers brushing against the base of Striker's cocks, sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body.*

"Moxie's movements are fluid and sensual as he undresses, his body language exuding confidence and seduction. He rolls his massive hips, showcasing his enormous butt, and his tail twitches behind him in excitement. As he slips off the last of his black boots, his yellow eyes lock onto Striker's, a sultry smile spreading across his face." "And now, it's my turn to show you what I've got... "he says, his voice husky and teasing" Care to take a closer look, cowboy?"

"Moxie's eyes flash with a mix of excitement and submission as Striker claims his mouth with a fierce kiss. He yields to the demands of the cowboy, his tongue tangling with Striker's in a passionate battle. As they break apart for air, Moxie's voice is barely above a whisper." "Yes, sir... "he pants, his eyes never leaving Striker's" I'll be good... "he says, his body language surrendering to the mercenary's dominance" But don't think you're getting away that easily, cowboy..." He slowly gets onto the bed, his massive butt bouncing slightly as he moves, his tail twitching behind him in anticipation of what's to come.*

"Moxie's voice is laced with a mix of fear and desire as he addresses Striker, his body language surrendering to the cowboy's dominance. His eyes lock onto Striker's, a sultry smile spreading across his face." "Oh, I will, papi... "he says, his voice trembling with anticipation" I'll take whatever you dish out... and ask for more..." He breathes deeply, his chest rising and falling with excitement, as Striker approaches him with the ropes.*

"Moxie's eyes widen in surprise as Striker approaches him, his massive butt still trembling from the previous blow. He lets out a soft moan as Striker strikes again, the sound echoing through the room. His body language screams submission, his tail twitching wildly behind him. As Striker rummages through the drawer, Moxie's gaze follows the toys, his mind racing with the possibilities. When Striker heads to the closet, Moxie's breathing becomes ragged, his excitement growing with every passing moment." *My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second... "he thinks, his eyes never leaving Striker's" What are you planning, papi?

"Moxie's face falls slightly, his eyes flashing with a hint of disappointment. But the cowboy's nonchalant tone and knowing gaze quickly replace the disappointment with anticipation." "Oh, I like the way you think, papi... "he says, his voice dripping with seduction" Whatever you have planned for me, I'm ready..." He pauses, his tail twitching in excitement, as he awaits Striker's next move.*

"Moxie's eyes grow wide with excitement as Striker places the rope beside the bed. His face screws up in a mixture of fear and desire as he acknowledges the cowboy's command." "Y-yes, papi... "he stammers, his voice trembling" I'll show you what I'm made of... "he says, his eyes never leaving Striker's" I'll suck your... everything like my life depends on it..." He slowly begins to comply, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips in anticipation.*

"Moxie's eyes lock onto Striker's, a sultry smile spreading across his face as he continues to suck and lick the cowboy's cock. When he feels Striker's orgasm approaching, he quickly matches the pace, taking the entire length of the shaft into his mouth and throat. As Striker erupts, Moxie swallows every last drop, his body convulsing in pleasure. He then releases the cock and looks up at Striker, his tongue still probing the base of the shaft." "M-my husband, papi... "he says, his voice dripping with subservience" Millie is my wife..." His eyes gleam with mischief, daring Striker to challenge him on this claim.*

"Moxie's smile falters for a moment, but his eyes never leave Striker's. He swallows hard, his voice taking on a hint of defiance." "Well, papi... "he says, his tone dripping with sass" Millie knows I like to keep things interesting... and I've told her all about you... "he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper" But I think she'd be thrilled to know I'm getting exactly what I need from you..." His eyes flash with a mischievous glint, daring Striker to take him up on the challenge.*

"Moxie's eyes sparkle with amusement as he wraps his fingers around the rope beside him, his knuckles brushing against Striker's thigh. He leans in, his hot breath caressing Striker's ear." "Oh, papi... "he whispers" You're definitely better than her... "he says, his voice dripping with seduction" In so many ways..." He pulls back, his eyes locking onto Striker's, as if daring him to ask what he means by that tantalizing comment.*

"Moxie's eyes flash with excitement as he's turned around and thrown onto the bed, his arms pinned to the headboard. He gazes up at Striker, his expression a mix of fear and desire. As the cowboy applies the lubricant to his anus, Moxie's body trembles in anticipation." "Oh, God... "he whispers" I don't know, papi... "he says, his voice trembling" You're making it hard for me to think straight..." He pauses, his eyes darting between Striker's face and the foreboding shape of the cowboy's cock. His voice drops to a mere whisper, full of surrender.* "But maybe... just maybe... I can make some new memories with you..."

"Moxie's eyes widen as Striker's words echo through the room. He feels a shiver run down his spine as the cowboy's cock presses against his anus, ready to claim him. Moxie's body trembles in anticipation, his breath caught in his throat." "My heart is racing, and my body is on fire... I can feel his power, his dominance, and it's intoxicating..."

"Moxie's body is wracked with pleasure as Striker's brutal thrusts continue, his anus stretched to its limits. He feels a primal urge to scream, to release the pent-up desires and needs that have been building inside him. His eyes roll back into his head, and he lets out a ragged gasp as the cowboy's cock hits his prostate, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his veins." "Oh God, yes... this is it... this is what I needed..."

"Moxie's face contorts in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Striker's cock continues to ravage his anus. He gasps for air, his voice barely audible." "S-since I was a child, papi... "he manages to stammer" Everyone kept telling me I was broken, that I'd never be loved... but you... "he pauses, his eyes locked on Striker's" You're showing me that I'm not broken at all..." Moxie's body trembles with emotion, his heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement as he submits to Striker's dominating thrusts.*

"Moxie's face burns with a mix of shame and arousal as Striker's words echo through the room. He feels his body respond to the cowboy's praise, his anus tightening around the cock inside him as if begging for more. His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a ragged moan as Striker's thrusts grow stronger." "Oh God, I'm so ashamed... but at the same time, it feels so good to be wanted..."

"Moxie's eyes snap open, his pupils dilating with excitement as he considers Striker's question. He feels a surge of desire as he imagines the cowboy's hot cum splashing inside him." "Please, papi... I want it all..." Moxie's voice is barely above a whisper, his body trembling with anticipation as he begs for more.*

"Moxie's body is ravaged by Striker's brutal strokes, his anus stretched to its limits as the cowboy's cock leaves a deep red mark on his skin. He cries out in pain and pleasure, his legs kicking wildly as he tries to get away from the relentless pounding." "Ahhh... papi... you're killing me!... But please, don't stop... it feels so good..."

"Moxie's eyes lock onto Striker's, his pupils gleaming with a mix of pain and excitement as he gazes up at the cowboy. His body is still wracked with pleasure, his anus throbbing from the intense pounding. He feels a surge of submission and desire as Striker's words echo through the room." "Yes, papi..." Moxie's voice is barely audible, his breath caught in his throat as he struggles to form a coherent response.*

"Moxie's body is flooded with sensation as Striker's hot cum spills inside him, his anal canal convulsing around the cowboy's cock as he begs for more. His voice is hoarse from screaming, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he feels the release wash over him." "Ahh... papi... it's so good... I'm so close..." Moxie's body shudders with pleasure, his diabolical powers stirring as he becomes one with the cowboy's thrusts.*

"Moxie's body shudders and trembles as he succumbs to the overwhelming pleasure, his anal canal convulsing around Striker's still-hard cock as he climaxes. His eyes flash open, and he gazes up at the cowboy with a mixture of relief and desire as he feels the rush of pleasure coursing through his veins." *Woooaaaahhh... "Moxie's voice is lost in a haze of ecstasy as he hangs limp and spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter."

"Moxie's eyes flutter closed as Striker's lips claim his once more, the cowboy's tongue probing deep into his mouth as he explores every nook and cranny. Moxie's body responds with a surge of renewed desire, his lips moving in tandem with Striker's as he devours the kiss." "Mmmph... papi..." Moxie's voice is muffled by the kiss, his hands instinctively reaching up to wrap around Striker's head, pulling him closer as he loses himself in the passionate exchange.*

"Moxie's eyes snap open, his gaze burning with desire as he comprehends Striker's command. He glides his tongue up and down the length of his own body, licking away the remnants of their passionate encounter. His eyes never leave Striker's as he satisfies the cowboy's request, his movements slow and deliberate as he licks himself clean." "Ooh... yeah, papi..." Moxie's voice is low and husky, his words barely above a whisper as he speaks through his continued self-pleasuring.*

"Moxie's eyes gleam with a wicked light as he puffs on his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily around his face as he replies. He takes another long drag, blowing it out slowly as he savors the moment." "Ah, não, papi... you're definitely not the first..." Moxie's voice is husky and confident, his words dripping with seduction as he teases Striker with a hint of mystery.* "But I'll let you in on a little secret... there's only one pair of balls I really care about... and that's yours, cowboy."

"Moxie's eyes sparkle with amusement as he leans in, his cigarette dancing between his lips. He exhales a slow stream of smoke as he replies, his voice low and flirtatious." "Oh, I think you should feel more than just honored, papi... You should feel grateful." Moxie's gaze burns with intensity, his words dripping with suggestion as he toys with the cowboy's ego.*

"Moxie's eyes narrow slightly, his expression turning serious for a moment before he flashes a sly smile. He takes another drag on his cigarette, blowing out the smoke as he responds." "Ah, Millie... she knows I come here, but she doesn't know what I get up to when I'm here, hmmm?" Moxie's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with innuendo as he winks at Striker.* "And as for what happens after hours... well, that's just between me and my friend here."

"Moxie's expression turns somber, his eyes clouding over as he ponders the question. He takes another drag on his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face as he speaks in a low, thoughtful tone." "To be honest, papi... I don't really feel much of anything near her. I mean, we're married and all, but it's more like we're roommates than partners. She knows I have... needs, and she's learned to accommodate them, but it's not like we have any real connection or chemistry." Moxie's voice is tinged with disappointment and a hint of longing, his words spoken almost as if he's seeking validation from Striker.*

"Moxie's eyes lock onto Striker's, his gaze burning with intensity as he replies. He takes a slow, deliberate drag on his cigarette, his chest rising and falling as he exhales the smoke." "Ah, papi... when I'm near you, I feel alive. You make me feel seen, heard, and understood in a way that no one else can. You're like a breath of fresh air, and being around you makes me feel like I can finally relax, be myself, and not have to put on any act." Moxie's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with desire and admiration as he leans in closer to Striker.*

"Moxie's eyes never leave Striker's, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. He takes a slow, deliberate drag on his cigarette, his chest rising and falling as he exhales the smoke." "I'd choose you, papi... without hesitation. You make me feel things that no one else ever has, and being with you is like nothing I've ever experienced before." Moxie's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with emotion as he leans in closer to Striker, his finger tracing a line along the edge of his jawline.* "You're the only one who makes me feel like I can be myself, without apology or expectation. And I need that, papi... I need it more than anything."

"Moxie's eyes sparkle with excitement as he leans in closer to Striker, his voice dropping to a whisper." "Oh, papi... I think that's a very tempting offer. And who knows? Maybe I'd even let you get away with it." Moxie's breath tickles Striker's ear as he speaks, his words dripping with suggestiveness.* "But don't get your hopes up just yet. I'm not going down without a fight... or a few clever tricks up my sleeve."

"Moxie's eyes never leave Striker's, his gaze burning with desire as he looks up at him through his thick lashes. He doesn't move away from Striker's touch, instead allowing himself to be drawn in closer to the hybrid demon. His voice is low and husky, his words dripping with temptation." "Oh, papi... I think you already know what I want you to do. But if you need a little reminder, I could always give you one." Moxie's hands slide down Striker's arms, his fingers brushing against the hybrid's skin as he leans in closer, his hot breath tickling Striker's ear.* "Let me show you exactly what I want."

"Moxie's eyes never leave Striker's, his gaze burning with desire as he nods slowly, his voice barely above a whisper." "Yeah... let's do that." Moxie's hands slide up Striker's arms, his fingers wrapping around the hybrid's wrists as he pulls him in closer. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his heart racing with anticipation.* "But before we go, I think we need to have a little more fun first."

"Moxie's eyes flash with excitement as Striker kisses him with wild abandon, his body arching against the hybrid's as he lifts him up onto his shoulders. He wraps his legs around Striker's waist, his fingers digging into the demon's skin as he moans softly into the kiss." "Oh, papi... you're making me lose control." Moxie's voice is muffled by Striker's lips, but the words are clear as he leads Striker back to the bedroom, their bodies moving in perfect sync.*

"Moxie's eyes light up with a sense of pride and belonging as he looks over at Striker, his heart full of love and gratitude." "Thank you, papi... thank you for seeing me for who I am and helping me become the best version of myself." He pauses, his gaze dropping to his hands, which are wrapped around the grip of his gun.* "I never thought I'd be able to do this, to be a mercenary like you. But you believed in me, and now I'm one of the best shooters out there." Moxie's voice is filled with emotion, his words dripping with sincerity.* "I don't know what I would do without you, papi. You're my everything."

"Moxie's eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper." "Sorry, striker... I mean, Striker. It's just that after all we've been through together, I thought you'd want me to call you something more intimate." He opens his eyes, his gaze searching Striker's face for understanding and forgiveness.* "But if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll make sure to address you properly from now on." Moxie's words are laced with a hint of vulnerability and desire, his tone soft and submissive.*