<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library after midnight<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Library group, Olivia, Angel<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black charmeuse slip, black bridal robe, black kitty slippers<br/><hr/><br/>The part of her that wanted this grew. It had been tamped down and trapped in the realm of impossibility, but a spirit had been conjured and now it was flooding out all over Olivia. She was so soft and supple, Lakresha could feel the tongue joining hers side by side. So hot and claustrophobic between anxious thighs, willing Angel to compete with her for Olivia's pleasure, forced the breath to rush from her mouth. No hiding how much she'd salivated to run the point of her tongue down bravely bared petals and back up Angel's shared space. Lips met, and wanted to stick together. Her dark diva lipstick reactivated under the shine of spit. Where she kissed, she claimed. Here, this lovely labia nursed with the softest of tugs, was hers. She sensed Angel smear that mark as soon as she moved away to kiss perineum, thigh, mound, hood. Each black cherry mark, a signature.<br/><br/>"Aum." Blindly she found Angel's anticipating mouth, licked an edge to goad her into chasing. A small pink hood even fully plumped to a thumb-point was too small a space for twirling tongues to share. It was swirl of muscle, pressing, circling, chasing for space. When she was licking Olivia's flesh and when Angel's tongue became deliciously blurred, sent her slip-tickled hips swaying. Laughing at the way breath and tongue over tongue teased her plump and willing mouth. This was nice, eating pussy with her sorority sisters. And while her untrained mouth couldn't articulate to push back the pert, springy hood on her own, she could with Angel's help. So firm, so smooth, the unprotected treasure. Now Lakresha's hands came up and found Olivia's knee and hip. She anticipated this was not something Olivia would so politely endure.<br/><br/>Claiming the tiny bud with the mark of her lipstick meant feeling for it with the wet press of her tongue, pushing Angel off the peak with a squirmy push turned flick. Flick, flick, soft and sweet. Hot lips closed over both and sucked. When the bud was hers alone, she kissed an off-center tag whose oily paint would linger on tiny tender pores for hours of tingling foreign touch and heat. So many strings of spit followed her smeared mouth back for space to pant. Her chin glistened. In the space of a breath, a bubble of her drool and Olivia's taste burst wet across a rosy thigh, delicate but certain to be felt. "Hey, Olivia. You're so adorable when you shiver. I want you to look me in the eyes when you cum, okay?"<br/><br/>With a muffled moan her tongue returned to play, but Lakresha's smoky eyes were all business.