___________________________________________________________________________________<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/60/af/9860af69240b79915fb2f413588e9cc1.jpg)<div align="center"><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Saku</em></span><hr/></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft"><strong>Location:</strong> Fantazjon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark sleeveless top with tight jeans, high heel sneakers (light taupe), &amp; a dark jacket<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emile, OPEN</div>___________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>She'd lost track of how the numbers fluctuated, focusing on the reciprocating partner in front of her as they moved in a hasty pace toward the bed. Saku worked to remove the black leather bits and bobs, her breath hitching as she felt a foreign object slip into her panties. Her mind distracted from thoughts as she felt a hand lightly thread through her hair. <br/><br/>Grabbing the hand she bites the fingers lightly as the female voice of Emile spoke, the sound of the voice heated, and excited. The last article of clothing removed, red and ready for action. Saku smiled, a light laugh escaping her lips, "One moment, we have to find the right size." She slipped a hand into a draw, pulling out a packet with a condom, using her teeth to rip it off. <br/><br/>Sliding a hand along the shaft, she pumped red Emile, slipping the rubber condom on carefully. "Do you want to be ridden or do the driving?" Her golden eyes mischievous as she used dirty words towards Emile. She lowered a hand, touching their thigh, and running a hand upward as she gently lowered herself atop the red male part. <br/><br/>She breathed deeply taking in Emile, the feeling up being filled exciting her as she looked down, licking her lips. Once full entrapped, she spoke, "How do you feel? Being inside a woman in this form? You'll have to tell me what you think afterwards." Saku leaned forward slightly, grabbing the red-tinted woman's hand and guiding it to her pelvic area. A feeling of something protruding as she pressed the red hand onto her skin slightly. "Do you feel it? That's you."<br/><br/>It was the last thing she said before moving, the feeling of pleasure coursing. </div>