<span style="color: #000080">"Oui, as I said... with une svirlies? 'Ow you say it... tribàle?"</span>Gabrielle smiled sheepishly, but then huffed, undoing a few of the buckles on her jacket and pouncing the blind girl, knocking her down onto the sofa and kissing her intensely.<br/><br/>The bulge of Gabrielle's "man"hood could be felt pressing firmly against Obscura's thigh, obviously stiff and pulsing as she assaulted the blind girl's tongue with her own, her hands immediately beginning to roam, rubbing firmly along the other woman's taut side, tracing the tattoos with her red-nailed fingertips. A soft cry of lust did escape her -- while she wanted to remain modest, Gabrielle couldn't help herself. She was a bad, bad little magician, a playgirl, and she knew it. There was no use in fighting against who she was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>