<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector simply had no interest in letting this kiss end and as it looks neither had Iris. Their lips were glued on each other and their tongues danced some fascinating dance. Everybody he tried to pull his back, Iris tongue lured him back in and everytime hers moved back his followed all the way. It was an endless game of forth and back, left and right and the kiss lasted for such a long time that they both had lost the feeling for time. Finally Hector broke it, as he could slowly very aroused by it and he had no plans to make it go further than kissing.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I must say I like this weakness of you. I guess I have to explore it some more in the future. But it is a weakness I can live with easily. A very sweet and tasty one."<br/></span><br/>His eyes rested on hers and there was a lot of happiness and lust in them. He was more and more convinced that he felt not the least bit of hate towards Iris. More to the contrary, he liked her company and he liked her...</div>