<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Firing range observation room<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Scrubbin' that floor with a wet mop!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailey<br/><br/>Grinning in the afterglow, Jena teased one of Hailey's nipples up with a fingertip, then bit it playfully. "Damn, girl, you work fast. Next thing, you're gonna have china and sheets an' all that chosen, an'  weddin' dresses in mind for us both.". A nip to the other nub, and she rolled on top of her partner, twinging fingers with ehr and pressing her arms up above her head. once she had Hailey pinned, breast to breast, the went on. "Better make mine red. I look totally crap in white. Washes me ALL the hell out. But don't you worry none." Her tongue slithered up the Aussie's neck, found her ear. "I got a lot of Bugs to squash afore I go anywhere. 'Sides.'"<br/><br/>Laughing, she arched her back, grinding hard against her pal's still-twitching girlcock. "You were in such a hurry to, uh...empty your magazine, you ain't been up in me yet. Seems like an awful waste. So you can count on a second date, girl, don't you worry."