Roulette tables, black jack and 21

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…

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