<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/>Every twist and wiggle, every shake of Amelie's hips press her body more and more against Michael's wandering limbs. Her cheeks burn red with a flush that's crawled down her slim throat and across the tops of her breasts, the plump mounds dancing with every shift of her body. At first she doesn't respond to his comment but as he lowers her, face nuzzling into her hair and hands sliding across her back she acts. Her hands slide from his back to across his chest and then down further, her breasts squishing against his firm chest and her face nuzzling along one of his shoulders while her lips pepper kisses and small licks.<br/><br/>Her fingers fumble with the clasp of her shorts before popping it free, thumbs hooking the waistband of her shorts and plain white panties before starting to tug the clothing down with the help of Michael's roaming hand. The pale cheeks of her rear are the first bits exposed by the lowering clothing, the pert cheeks clenching and shaking against the vine sliding rapidly between the soft cheeks of her rump. Tugging her shorts down further she releases them to stroke Michael's stomach, relying on him to pull them down past the vine coiled around her thigh.<br/><br/>While Michael probably can't see Amelie's spread legs and rocking form mean anyone behind the couple more then likely has a clear view of the puffy mound of her flushed sex, the small and bare lips growing shiny from her slowly leaking fluids. Her kisses trail up along his neck till she's pressing her lips to his, the rocking of her body dragging the soft mounds of her breasts along his chest while her shaking and trembling rear grinds against the vine sliding along her ass.