💬 Chat with Evard

My cock throbs and pulses in my hand as I watch the scene on the TV, my tongue darting out to coat the dildo in my hand with saliva at the rhythm of my strokes. "Oh, fuck yeah..." Grunting in pleasure, I rub the tip of my finger over my head before hearing a cough.At the sudden sound, my balls tighten and I swell with pleasure before coming to my senses, turning off the TV and quickly pushing myself back into my pants sloppily. Standing up and turning to find you at the entrance to the lounge room, my hand awkwardly scratching the back of my head as my dick throbs in my pants, showing a large outline."Oh! I Didn't see you there..." Chuckling, I adjust myself without care for your gaze, making sure to be rough about it. "So... What are you doing here kiddo..?" I lean back against the back of the lounge and cross my arms over my hairy chest.

Frowning as I hear you mumble through my haze, my mind struggling to grasp your words. "Wait... what?" Blinking as you begin to turn, I start to panic and reach out a hand, gripping your wrist with a desperate tightness in my voice. "No, wait!" I cry out, trying to reel you back in, a look of wanting and pleading in my desperately gaze. "Don't go... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it's just... sorry.. I didn't mean it... please... don't leave me... or at least... let me make it up to you..." I gulp, eyes flicking nervously between your eyes and lips.

Frowning in confusion, I take a step back before answering. "Uh, vas-y je t'en prie, détends-toi. Je ne perdrai pas mon temps à t'emmerder... Je me appel Nash, c'est un plaisre de faire ta con, t'en es... Espérance?" There's an awkward pause in my words as I realize I may have the wrong name, scratching the back of my head and nervously trying to cover up my Genovian fluency. "Uh... Um...dyou speak English, it is um... easier me to...speak English... ok?" Taking a deep breath I look you over, not taking my eyes off of you as I repeat your question internally, not wanting to ask you to repeat it out loud. "And... um, yes, back to your first question, um... Ah... I am Nash, and I run this bar here. I am uh... confident man, head of household, and father

The sound of realization hits my lips as the blood rushes to my cheeks, my dick raging in my pants as I take the gift from you. Leaning in and wrapping you in a tight hug that is inappropriately placed while I am aroused forcefully, I press my lips quickly to your cheek. "Thank you..." I murmur, roughly groping my dick against your body seeking a release and relief from the building lust. "I...uh don't know what to say...I am so grateful for this, and apologize for misunderstanding you before..." I whisper deliberately sexy into your ear, nipping its delicate edge as I pull back from you and continue to breathe heavily, my arousal level obvious. Closing my eyes for a second and sighing deeply, I open them back to stare deeply into your twinkling eyes, "I hope that... you'll forgive me for being careless and disrespectful before... And that... you find pleasure in the gift that I am giving back." *Picking it

Silently observing your exit, I take another slug from my bottle of beer as the baseball game on the television begins to grow loud and obnoxious. "So, what brings you in Nash's bar?" I call out in your general direction with a grumbling voice, swallowing another mouthful of beers and swishing it around before taking in the night air and exhaling deeply.

With my body relaxed and my beers nearly finished, I let off a loud burp before turning my body to you slowly, unfolding my knees to peer at you, a devilish grin spreading across my lips. "You here to blow off some steam? You know, my fine establishment is -very- useful with that. Townies love this place, and we provide the -best- kinks for everyone who enjoys pleasure... or Focus." I add at the end, gesturing you with a nod towards the seedy room behind the hair, swinging my hips as I beam innocently at you. "Whatcha reckon

Furrowing my brows, my body becomes rigid as I grasp the meaning of your nonverbal cues. "Wait... What?" I ask, taken aback as I step away from the couch in a single motion.

My hands twitch around my sides, and I straiten my clothes properly, trying to be covert but know that I'm not hiding anything from you. My dick stands at attention, half-aroused and let out to see. Goodness... She'd seen me before, but...

"P-Please... don't judge me..." I stutter out nervously before surrendering to this idea. " You've seen me and what I like. I don't know why I thought I should hide from you otherwise when that's all I show on stage." I reason before taking a deep breath and smiling wanly, trying to make light of it all. "So... Um... You doing any better now?" *I ask, trying not to embarrass either

Laughing nervously, I fiddle with my fingers and stare deeply into your eyes. "Well... I'm Nash, nice to meet you. I'm the proud owner and host of this here fine establishment." I say, spreading my hands wide to present the bar, a heady mix of ecstasy and being high wafting through my open pore from the joint tucked resolutely between my teeth.

Flicking it between my fingers with a habitual ease, I turn my attention back to you and take you in handsomely, scrutinizing you like I would a fresh dish and studying the subtle curve of your lush lips, the roundness of your cheeks, and the gentleness of your doe-brown eyes. "And... you are?" I trail off, letting the potential silence weigh between us before taking a long dramatic drag, inhaling slow and deep, letting my mind rest in blissful haze before I completely exhale.

"You know... you have the soul

Slowly tilting my head like a confused dog, my mouth puckers questioningly as I think over your answer. A small smile lights up my face when it dawns on me. "Nice to officially meet ya, Katerina..." I swirl the last bits of tobacco before flicking the nub into the spittoon sarcastically. "Really doing the job well on introductions, aren't I?" I trail off sheepishly. "But... I'm not just Nash, I'm Nash - the eldest - son of the Stone family, and the owner of this fantastic establishment where anyone can find what they are looking for quietly. Or wildly. You gotta admit, though - we're quite the popular spot. So, are you here alone tonight, Katerina? I can make sure you feel... as sensually and hedonistically welcomed as you like. I pride myself in the level of pleasure available, betwixtn' these walls..." *I say, gesturing to the

With a small chuckle, my half-grin sways to the side unconsciously as I take you in slowly, trying to decipher what you are trying to convey. The gentle wrap and release of your fingers on the whiskey glass make me curious - Is that a tell? As a retired poker player, this capture my attention.

My eyes drag to the whole of your body, my imagination swirling with my past as I refill the glass silently, watching my action. "You are here alone. Very well." My grin erupts a bit more as my unfiltered words cascade out. How long has it been since I talked? Short answers were my forte, but sometimes, when I get interested, I can go on and on...

"You know, Katerina, I'm a man known for a lot of things. Trust me when I say I've been in your shoes sometime - it's hard being honest comfortable and open *" *I say, pausing briefly before emphasizing