<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/80/b7/1380b7086e7d79c0c91ef61d91541732.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tatiana the Patissier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15694723#msg15694723)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Araxis rooms<br/><strong>Action</strong>:  Coitus<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<del>Pastry chef uniform, blouse, skirt, apron</del>and chef hat.   Barefoot<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Araxis<br/><br/>Some dive in, while others simply jump in.   For Tatiana, she is being pounded into the rabbit hole.  Each jack hammering thrust drives her hard into the mattress of the bed.  Hungrily she sought to kiss Araxis.   As if she is in a state of famine and for survival she needs his kiss.   Near impossible,  he is steady as a machine.   His dragon soul, his very essence has complete mastery over the human guise he wears.   While she flops with each thrust into the mattress.  To spring up as if shot out of a cannon.   Slamming into his chest,  a immovable object.<br/><br/>Each thrusts cascades her so closer to an orgasm.   In between her attempts  to kiss,  and her own self flailing under the onslaught.  She moans and squeal gibberish.   As more magic pours into her.  Yet equally just as much is flowing out of her.  The kitchen is chaos.  Brownies,  éclairs,  puffs,  flaky desserts,  sourdough donuts are all being whipped up.  Mixing bowls, spatulas,  eggs, bags of floor,  sugar, pitcher of milk,  cream, and butter sail back and forth.   A contradicting controlled chaos, as tendrils of magic weave through the kitchen.<br/><br/><strong>"By the fiveeeeee....squeallll!"</strong>Tatiana cries out as the orgasm crashes upon her in a tidal wave of bliss.   The walls of her vaginal passage spasms around Araxis cock.<br/><br/><br/><br/>