<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Yakari Aeide</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/e502d570-9e84-4133-bfed-cd10f89cd1f5_zpsb0fae3ac.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Yakari kept the movements slow and tender, his dick rubbing through her slit. He knew that Amena was begging for relief and he wanted to give to her, although he still refused to enter her virgin hole.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“I...please...the creek...I want...I want to feel that again...” </span>Yakari pulled her head tenderly up, until he could look into her eyes. Her eyes were full of lust and frustration and he gave her soft kiss, before he pushed her body back up. He let his dick rest between her slit and then his hands moved over her body. One found her hard nipple on her breast and started to roll it between his fingers, while the other dove down into the slit and started to move in circles around the clit, crossing it every other second. Amena immediately started to pant and her body arched back. Yakari slowly increased the intensity. His fingers pinched her nipple a little harder and the pressure on her clit got a little bit more firm. Amena's hands went back on his knees and she was moaning with wide open mouth. Her hips had started to move all of themselves and Yakari felt his dick slide through her slit. <br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“If you want me to make you cum with my tongue, you have to come up to me...”</span><br/><br/>Yakari's voice had been husky, but he had not idea if Amena was able to move at all in this state.</div>