<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, Lunch Hall Approach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The promise of a massive breakfast had Amelie's lips stretched in a wide grin, the air crackling with energy in a fairly large radius around the two. Her arms wrap tight around his neck as she squeezes his face against her bust with a heavy hug, her cheer muffled in his chest.<br/><br/>His comment about electrical fires and distributing power have her staring blankly at him, her head tilting slightly and her nose scrunching up. "Fires don't start when I eat. I'm not a fire type after all!" Her eyes do narrow slightly as she leans in towards him. "Distribute? What excess power? I use it all!" She gives a firm nod at her last exclamation, dangling hair dancing about her face.<br/><br/><br/>Her back arches further as his tongue traces along the puffy circle of her areola, a wordless cry slipping from her as his tongue slips into the slit of her areola to tease the tiny nub of her nipple.  Her form wiggles and shakes as his hand slides up her back, her breasts jostling against his other hand and face while her stomach shudders with every stuttering breath she takes. Her head presses up against his fingers when they slide through her hair, each petting stroke causing her to rock and wiggle as she presses against every touch running across her trembling body.<br/><br/>She doesn't react as her shorts are tugged upwards, to busy running her hands across his chest and shoulders. Curling in slightly she nuzzles the top of his head, small kisses brushing through his hair and possibly some drool as well. She jerks as the tendril slips through her shorts and around her thigh before wiggling its way up between the cheeks of her ass, each thrust of vine through the seam of her cheeks causing her to rock and shake while the soft curves of her rump clench around the tendril.<br/><br/>"P... perk up..." Her voice is shaky, words interrupted by soft moans and a few squeals as Michael plays with her body. Her hips sway and shake, legs spreading even further apart while her shoe clad feet slide against his hips. Her fingers manage to briefly reach down and pop a few more buttons on his shirt free before going back to sliding across his chest and up along his cheeks. Fingertips slide across his neck before reaching down the back of his shirt, her hands stroking up and down his spine as she twists and shudders within his toying grip.<br/><br/>