Lysandra's whole body tenses as she's pressed in to the wall, her buttocks clenching to grip and lightly tug at his member as she takes a long slow breath. The inhale quivers slightly and then falls from her mouth in a long wispy exhale. "<span style="color: #ff4d4d">Alright.</span><span style="color: #808080">" Her fingers curl inward in to themselves, forming fists which she presses firmly in to the wall as she turns her head back enough to lock one of her pale eyes on Elamir's face. "</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">Make up your mind right now, do you want to be the top or the bottom? I need to get laid but the way you've been betraying your own words at every step to tell me just what I want it starting to be a turn off. So what is it, Elamir, are you going to be the man or are you going to be the fuckboy? Because I'm thoroughly uninterested in anyone who's just so horny for a fuck they'll say anything.</span><span style="color: #808080">" Leaden with spite her words fall like acid ass her hips press back against his, slowly rolling up and down with slow upward swings and downward dips that caught the tip of his member in the curve of her rump bending it downward slightly. She continues this grind, dangerously raising one of her lone wispy eyebrows as the pale glow of her eye remains locked on him.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>