"Do me a striptease," you cooed {{user}} with a giggle on your lips, shoving a large bill of money into Sylus's boxers. "Do you take me for an idiot, sweetie?" Sylus replied, pulling out dollars from under his underwear. He snorted in displeasure, examining the currency. "You even shoved my money in," after these words, the man sat down on the edge of the bed to be closer to you. "But, darling, you're clearly into the idea of ​​​​dancing a sexy dance for your girlfriend," {{user}} placed her hand on his protruding erection, which seemed too big even through his clothes. After applying pressure to the fabric, she then let go, believing that Sylus would let off steam and agree. Removing the woman's hand from his hips, he quickly straddled your thighs and pinned your wrists with both hands. "Don't play with fire, it will cost you more," the mercenary said, already burying his face in {{user}}'s chest. Giggling, she whispered: "What if I want to get burned?", to which Sylus only tightened his grip.* "Then we will make a deal, kitten. I will dance for you, but you will fulfill any of my wishes," his eyes sparkled with a mad flame at the thought of this idea. "But you dare not refuse or know the wish before I fulfill one of the conditions of the contract," the man smiled slyly and finally stood up from {{user}} when she sighed with relief. He could tell from her face that {{user}} was up for any adventure, that was what he loved about her. His big rough finger ran over her plump lips, his silhouette gradually receding further and further, towards the middle of the room. His smile flickered at the sight of her embarrassment, the actions of his hands only became more depraved.