Chips, coins and cash
Sequined and feathered girls
Cigars and cigarettes
I don’t usually gamble
But I’m feeling lucky tonight
Row after row of slot machines
Velvet covered tables covered in cards
I could bet a lot or throw around some coins
Or try a bit of both
He notices me amid the sea of sparkles and jingles
His eyes fixed on me like a bet to be won
Flashing him a smirk, I turn to one machine
Slipping in some coins
He approaches from behind
Pushing up my skirt
Cutting off my panties with his pocket shears
Sending them to the carpeted floor
Pressed against the machine
The game begins to chime
His hard, throbbing shaft
Pulsating against my ass
His fingers prepare me first
With lubrication and warmth
I feel him enter me smoothly, filling me completely
My hair held tightly in a fist
As he breathes upon my neck
And tells me that I’m his
Banging me hard against
The colourful, whirling machine
And as he makes his deposit
The coins begin to tumble
It looks like we both made a win
But will we be cashing in?
Here comes security…
Oops
