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"Come over here, my dear," he beckoned, extending his one good hand toward her. He grinned as she advanced. "Come to your captain." She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks now reddening slightly embarrassed.
She couldn't help herself as the drumming got more intense, her hair swayed at her rear. Shimming her hips towards the captain. A few of the crew mates wolf whistled as she belly danced towards him. Not being able to look into his emerald eyes. She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks now reddening slightly embarrassed. She couldn't help herself as Shimming her hips towards the captain. A few of the crew mates wolf whistled as she belly danced towards him. Hook grinned laciviously at his blushing bride, somehow so sensuous and yet so innocent. It was quite an attractive combination of traits, if not rather oxymoronic. His intense eyes followed her movements, tracing the curves of her hips, his hand itching with the desire to touch her. She seemed to move towards him in slow motion, and he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation. He took a last lingering puff on his cigars before setting them aside. He tossed irritated glances at the crew for their whistling, but didn't stop smirking. He knew she would never touch any of them. He plucked a feather from his large hat and drew it slowly along her smooth curved stomach, teasingly. She giggled as the feather tickled her belly wanting more. She teased him by moving her belly and back in a snake like manner as her poor innocent bellybutton was trying to avoid the feather. Hook chuckled as he tortured her with his plume. She liked this game, he knew it. He almost didn't care they had an audience. Most of the men were doing their own thing but a few thirsty souls looked on. 'Let them look,' Hook thought cockily. 'They'll never have her!' His white teeth sparkled in the lantern light as he continued assaulting her sensitive middle with the feather. "I do believe I love this belly dance, me dear..." he purred, twisting the end of his moustache around the tip of his Hook. (Photomontage by my good friend federica)

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"Come over here, my dear," he beckoned, extending his one good hand toward her. He grinned as she advanced. "Come to your captain." She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks now reddening slightly embarrassed.
She couldn't help herself as the drumming got more intense, her hair swayed at her rear. Shimming her hips towards the captain. A few of the crew mates wolf whistled as she belly danced towards him. Not being able to look into his emerald eyes. She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks now reddening slightly embarrassed. She couldn't help herself as Shimming her hips towards the captain. A few of the crew mates wolf whistled as she belly danced towards him. Hook grinned laciviously at his blushing bride, somehow so sensuous and yet so innocent. It was quite an attractive combination of traits, if not rather oxymoronic. His intense eyes followed her movements, tracing the curves of her hips, his hand itching with the desire to touch her. She seemed to move towards him in slow motion, and he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation. He took a last lingering puff on his cigars before setting them aside. He tossed irritated glances at the crew for their whistling, but didn't stop smirking. He knew she would never touch any of them. He plucked a feather from his large hat and drew it slowly along her smooth curved stomach, teasingly. She giggled as the feather tickled her belly wanting more. She teased him by moving her belly and back in a snake like manner as her poor innocent bellybutton was trying to avoid the feather. Hook chuckled as he tortured her with his plume. She liked this game, he knew it. He almost didn't care they had an audience. Most of the men were doing their own thing but a few thirsty souls looked on. 'Let them look,' Hook thought cockily. 'They'll never have her!' His white teeth sparkled in the lantern light as he continued assaulting her sensitive middle with the feather. "I do believe I love this belly dance, me dear..." he purred, twisting the end of his moustache around the tip of his Hook. (Photomontage by my good friend federica)