<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>All yur floor are belong to us!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailey<br/><br/><br/>"You sure hun? I mean...whoa!" She landed, boob to boob (hers maybe a bit firmer than nature could fully account for) and nose to nose, with her warm squirmy mattress. The nose got licked, it being immediately accessible. "Well hi there, you. You sure about this? You got more holes in your ass than even a drunk frat boy'd find comfortable right now..."<br/><br/>For her concern, she got a playful jab in the butt with a heel, her own nose licked, and a more business-like poke in the belly with Hailey's extra accessory. "Well, all right then."  Lips met lips, and tongue fought with tongue for a while, before Jen started to slide down along the Aussie's body, leaving a trail of her own, both wet and red with tiny bites. She parked her mouth awhile at Hailey's perkies, sucking chewing like a baby until the cherry nipples were diamond-hard and sore, before moving down still farther. Her tongue stabbed Hailey's navel over and over, as the soldier's dripping  shaft was trapped and rubbed by her throat and chin, and  her enhanced tits brushed against the insides of the prone gunner's thighs.<br/><br/>"You OK, up there?," Jena chuckled, looking up along Hailey's body, grinning past her boobs. "Want me to quit, or keep goin'?" It was pretty clear from her squirming and whining what the answer was- but making her say it was part of the fun...<br/>